If you can hear this, you are alone.
The only thing left of me is the sound of my voice.
I don’t know if any of us made it.
Did we win? Did we lose? I don’t know.
But either any, it’s over.
So let me tell you who we were, let me tell you who you are…
Someone once asked me if I had learned anything from it all.
So let me tell you what I learned.
Everybody dies alone.
But if you mean something to someone,
if you helped someone… Or loved someone…,
If even a single person remembers you…
Then maybe you never really die at all.
And maybe…this isn’t the end at all.