By Abraham Lincoln 
For his three sons. Edward 4, William 11 and Thomas 18. 
In this world of ours, sorrow comes to
all…it comes with bitterest agony…

I am anxious to afford some alleviation
of your present distress.

Perfect relief is not possible, except with
time. You cannot now realize that you
will ever feel better.

And yet it is a mistake. You are sure to
be happy again. To know this, which is
certainly true, will make you some less
miserable now.

I have had experience enough to know
what I say.