British journalist Caitlin Moran wrote this letter to her eldest daughter Lizzie in 2013, explaining at the time:


“My daughter is about to turn 13 and I’ve been smoking a lot recently, and so – in the wee small hours, when my lungs feel like there’s a small mouse inside them, scratching to get out – I’ve thought about writing her one of those “Now I’m Dead, Here’s My Letter Of Advice For You To Consult As You Continue Your Now Motherless Life” letters. Here’s the first draft. Might tweak it a bit later. When I’ve had another fag.”


Here's Caitlin herself to read it originally performed at the Freemason's Hall, London.