Oh My Heavens!

My darling Gertrude! Why did she have to die so soon? Her sweet soul deserved to live a long and joyful life. But the greed of my brother took its wrath upon everyone- full circle. Although I didn't want her to die, I am glad about a few things. First of all, she isn't committing incest with my brother anymore. Second, she will soon be making her way up here to Heaven to be with me. I suppose in the sick, twisted way everything played out, this resolution was for the best. Hamlet can finally rest knowing that my death has been avenged. Laertes and everyone of the kingdom finally knows the truth about what happened. Ophelia and Hamlet will meet again in the paths of their afterlives and everything will be resolved. I never would have imagined all this would come from one quick little message I left for Hamlet.

Crashing Down

My heart broke for Hamlet when I saw his face as he received the news. He had no idea that Ophelia- the love of his life- was dead. He didn't even get a chance to really tell her how he felt. He was too caught up acting and scheming and then that brute Claudius tried to send him away to his execution in England! Poor Ophelia left the earth believing that Hamlet was sick of her and never loved her. I tried to comfort Hamlet while he hid in the woods, but he was so enveloped in the situation that he didn't even notice me. I'm sure nothing could really help, anyway. The only way he will get any closure is to face Laertes and straighten everything out. I hope Hamlet will handle the situation with Laertes honorably, even though he is trying so desperately to defeat him.

The Sad Truth

I believe I'm the only person who knows the truth about Ophelia's untimely death. Although some, like Laertes, would like to hold my sweet Hamlet fully responsible, he was not the driving force behind her death. I followed her to the river where she went to have some time to herself. She was still acting all loopy and crazy because of the grief she felt for her father's death. She kept chanting things about different kinds of flowers as she picked them from the riverbed. Then, she got this determined look on her face as if she had found a new flower that she really wanted. She began digging for it in the bottom of the river with her toes, watching carefully as the water cleared. Then, out of frustration, she reached down into the river with her hand to pick her prize. I saw her struggling to keep her chin above the water. I wanted to help her, but there was nothing I could do. The water swept her under and trapped her in the undercurrent. I waited helplessly for a few minutes, then saw her body float to the top at a distance. The poor child should be on her way up to Heaven right about now.