Charlie Kirk’s Message From Heaven

My dearest ones,

Before you hear each of my letters, let me speak first from where I now stand. Death has not silenced me—it has only changed the way I reach you. My voice no longer echoes in the rooms of our home, but it does echo in your hearts, in your prayers, in the quiet moments when you wonder if I am near.

I am.

I look back on our life together, and my heart is overflowing. Erika, you were my partner, my anchor, my joy. GG, you were the light in my eyes, the little girl who taught me what pure joy looks like. My son, you are the answered prayer who filled my days with laughter and reminded me of God’s goodness.

From here, I see more clearly than I ever could on earth. I see the tears you cry, and I gather them as treasures. I see the strength you carry, and I bless it. I see the love that still binds us, and I know it is eternal.

So as you read these letters, do not think of them as farewells. Think of them as threads that tie us closer together, even now. Each word is a bridge between heaven and earth, a reminder that love is stronger than death, and family is forever.

(Note: This is an imaginary conversation, a creative exploration of an idea, and not a real speech or event)

Letter 1: My Eternal Love for You, Erika

My dearest Erika,

From where I am now, words feel weightless and eternal at the same time. They do not pass through lips or air, but they move straight into the heart. And so, across this veil that separates us for a season, I want to speak to yours.

I love you. I always have. I always will. And though my earthly body rests, my love for you is more alive than ever.

I see you now in ways I could not see when I walked beside you in flesh. I see the strength you carried silently, the sacrifices you made quietly, the tears you shed in moments when no one was watching. I see you holding GG when she cried for me. I see you rocking our son at night, whispering comfort while your own heart ached. I see you rising each day, carrying the children, the home, the weight of my absence—and still you shine with grace.

When I wrote that teaching GG to know God alongside you was my greatest privilege, I meant it with my whole soul. But here, in this place beyond the veil, I see even more clearly: it wasn’t just a privilege. It was a sacred calling we shared. And it was possible because of you. You were the heart of our home, the steady hand, the warmth that kept us anchored.

When our son turned one, I said he brought infinite joy and laughter into our lives—and he did. But now I see that so much of that joy was magnified because I got to experience it with you. Parenting wasn’t just a task we did side by side; it was a love story we were writing together. You made me a better man, a better father, a better disciple of God.

I know the nights feel longer now. I know the bed feels colder. I know the laughter sometimes feels like a memory you cannot quite touch. And my love, I ache for you in those moments. But please, please believe me when I say: you are not alone. When you feel a sudden peace in the middle of sorrow, that is me brushing against your spirit. When you wake in the night and hear nothing but silence, listen closer—you may hear my whisper: I am here, and I am proud of you.

Do not let grief silence your laughter. Let GG hear your joy when she twirls in the living room. Let our boy hear your voice singing even when your heart trembles. Every laugh, every song, every prayer will carry my presence into their lives. You are their mother, their guide, their rock—but you are not carrying them alone. I will be with you in ways that cannot be measured by sight.

My love, I know this road is heavy. But let me give you one promise that eternity has carved into my soul: we are not finished. Death does not end love. It only pauses the chapter until we turn the page together again. One day, when your journey here is done, I will be standing at the edge of heaven, waiting for you. I will take your hand, and every moment of pain will vanish in the joy of reunion.

Until then, live fully. Laugh deeply. Love boldly. Let our children grow up hearing stories of their father, not as a man lost to tragedy, but as a man whose life—and death—was wrapped in love for them, and most of all, for you.

Thank you, Erika, for being my partner, my anchor, my joy. Thank you for carrying me, forgiving me, completing me. You are the greatest gift God ever gave me, and even from eternity, you still are.

I am yours—always, forever, without end.

With eternal love,
Charlie

Letter 2: To GG, My Precious Daughter

My sweet GG

You are only three years old, still so small, still full of wonder, but you already hold more light than I can put into words. Your laughter, your little footsteps running through the house, your eyes that sparkle with curiosity—these are treasures I carried with me, treasures that no shadow of death can take away.

When I was on Earth, I wrote, “Happy birthday to our incredible daughter. Teaching her to know God, alongside your mother, is the greatest privilege.” And that is the truth, GG. Teaching you to know Him, even in your earliest years, was not a duty but the joy of my life. I wanted nothing more than for you to grow up walking with Him, confident in His love, and certain of your worth.

You may not remember all of our moments together, my precious girl. But I remember every one of them. I remember your tiny hand gripping my finger, your giggles at the silliest games, your voice calling out, “Daddy!” and running into my arms. These memories are etched into eternity.

From here, in this place of clarity and peace, I see your future stretching wide before you. I see the woman you will one day become. You will be strong, but not harsh. You will be kind, but not weak. You will carry both grace and courage in your heart. And when you shine, GG, the world will take notice—not because of your name, but because of the light of God in you.

I know you may feel afraid sometimes, and that growing up without me beside you might make you wonder if you are truly safe, truly loved. So let me tell you this: whenever you feel afraid, close your eyes and picture me kneeling beside you. Imagine me holding your hand, whispering, “You are brave, GG. You are loved. Daddy is here.” Because in truth, I am. Not in the way I once was, but in a way that is quieter, deeper, and eternal.

GG, live with joy. Dance in the living room. Sing loudly, even if you forget the words. Smile so big that others can’t help but smile too. These are the gifts you carry, and they are needed in this world. And when people try to label you or tell you who you should be, remember: you are God’s child first, and you are mine. Nothing anyone says can take that from you.

As you grow, you will face storms. Friends may leave you, dreams may disappoint you, and you may wonder who you can trust. In those moments, return to what I taught you: trust God. He will never leave you. And when you doubt Him, when your heart feels restless, that’s okay. Even your doubts are part of your journey toward Him.

My darling girl, you will hear people tell stories about me. Some will be true, some twisted, some incomplete. Do not let those stories define me for you. Remember me as your father—the man who loved to hear your laugh, the man who prayed over you each night, the man who saw you as his greatest treasure. That is the truth of who I am.

And when you wonder if I am proud of you, do not wonder long. I am proud of you already—not for achievements you haven’t reached yet, not for successes the world will chase, but for the very fact that you are GG, my daughter, God’s daughter. That alone makes me proud.

One day, when your life has been lived fully, when your story is complete, you will step into eternity. On that day, my arms will be open, my smile waiting, my heart whole. And I will say to you again what I whisper now: “Well done, my precious GG. You were brave, you were kind, you were mine. And now, you are home.”

Until then, dance, laugh, love deeply, and never doubt that Daddy is with you—in every prayer you whisper, in every dream you chase, in every heartbeat that keeps you alive.

With endless love,
Daddy

Letter 3: To My Baby Son

My sweet boy,

You are only one year old, too young to remember the sound of my voice or the feel of my arms around you. And yet, you are not too young to carry my love. That love is written into your soul, stitched into every heartbeat, placed in you by God through me.

I remember the day we celebrated your first birthday in May 2025. I said, “Yesterday we celebrated our son’s 1st birthday! He has brought an infinite amount of joy and laughter into our lives. Being a parent is an incredible gift, made far better because I get to do it alongside your mother.” That is still true, my son. You filled our home with joy from the very beginning, and your presence reminded me daily of God’s goodness.

I dreamed of watching you grow. I dreamed of teaching you how to ride a bike, how to throw a ball, how to pray before bedtime. I dreamed of sitting with you on the porch one day as a man, hearing your hopes, your struggles, your victories. Though I cannot walk those days in the flesh, I will walk them in spirit.

When you take your first steps, I will be there, steadying you from the unseen. When you stumble and scrape your knee, I will be the whisper inside that says, “Get back up. You are stronger than you know.” When you speak your first words, imagine my laughter filling the room. When you face the ache of the world for the first time, imagine my arm around your shoulders, telling you that you are never alone.

My boy, I want you to grow into a man of courage. But let me tell you something important: courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is standing tall even when fear trembles inside you. Courage is choosing truth when lies are easier. Courage is loving people even when they hurt you.

I also want you to grow into a man of gentleness. Do not confuse gentleness with weakness. Real strength is found in the man who can be tender, who can comfort the hurting, who can treat women with honor and children with kindness. The world may tell you that power is found in how loudly you speak, how strongly you fight, how much you take. But the truth, my son, is this: power is found in love. And love is found in God.

You will hear stories about me one day. Some will be full of praise, others full of criticism. But I do not want you to define me by those stories. Define me by this: I was a man who loved God, who loved your mother, who loved GG, and who loved you with all that I had. That is the truest legacy I leave you.

My son, you carry my name in ways deeper than blood. You carry the best of me and your mother together. You are our answered prayer. And though you may not have memories of me, you will have my presence. In your laughter, in your tears, in the quiet moments when you look up at the sky and feel something bigger than yourself—you will find me there.

I bless you with this, my boy: live with faith, live with courage, live with kindness. Stand tall when the world pushes you down. Protect the weak. Cherish the truth. Love with everything in you. If you do these things, you will not only honor me—you will honor God.

One day, when your life’s journey has been walked in full, you will step across the veil. On that day, you will see me, not as a shadow or a whisper, but face to face. And I will embrace you as the man you have become, and I will tell you: “I am proud of you, my son. I always was. I always will be.”

Until then, live bravely. Grow strong. Laugh often. And know, always, that Daddy loves you endlessly.

With eternal pride and love,
Daddy

Letter 4: Our Family Bond Is Forever

My beloved family,

As I speak to you now from this place beyond time, I want you to know the truth that burns brighter than anything else I could say: we are not broken. The world may look at us and say death has separated us. But here, I see it clearly—love cannot be broken. Love cannot be buried. Love cannot be silenced.

Erika, GG, my son—you are still my heartbeat.

Every prayer you whisper, I hear. Every tear you shed, I hold. Every joy you celebrate, I join. Our bond is eternal, stretching across the veil, stronger than any distance.

I want you to keep living together with laughter, with courage, with the joy we once shared. Do not let my absence become the shadow that dims your days. Instead, let my memory be the spark that brightens them. Fill your days with the same kind of love we poured into GG’s birthdays, into our son’s first year, into the countless ordinary moments that were, in truth, extraordinary.

Make the table full. Fill it with stories, with little jokes, with prayers before meals, with cake and candles even when your heart aches. Bake cookies that leave flour on the counters. Let GG dance in the living room while her little brother claps along. Let the house be messy with joy, because that joy keeps me close.

Erika, you are the heart of our home. You will carry them through, just as you carried me in life. Do not doubt yourself. When you feel weary, remember that your strength was never yours alone—God carries you, and I walk beside you unseen.

GG, my darling girl, keep dancing. Let your joy spill out, even when you miss me most. Your laughter is a thread that ties heaven and earth together.

And my son, though you are small now, one day you will know this truth: you are the answer to prayer, and your very existence is a reminder that God’s goodness is alive in this family. Grow bold and gentle, knowing your father’s love still surrounds you.

Family is forever. That is not a slogan—it is a truth I see clearer now than ever before. Nothing can erase it, not even death. We are stitched together by love, and love does not die.

So hold each other close. Tell my stories, not to cling to the past, but to let my spirit walk with you in the present. Celebrate milestones—birthdays, graduations, anniversaries—as though I am still there, because I am. I will be in the candlelight, in the laughter, in the arms you wrap around one another.

And when the nights are heavy, when tears fall on pillows and silence feels unbearable, know that I am closest then. I will be holding you, whispering courage, reminding you that this separation is not the end of our story.

Our family is not broken. Our family is eternal. And when your journeys here are complete, we will be reunited in a joy that wipes away every tear. Until then, carry me in your love, and let our home be filled with life.

Forever bound,
Charlie

Letter 5: The Final Blessing

My beloved family,

As I look across the distance between heaven and earth, there is one last thing I must leave with you—a blessing that carries all my love, all my faith, and all my hope for you.

Do not let despair take root in your hearts. The enemy of life is not death, but despair, because despair tries to tell you that love has ended. And love, my dear ones, never ends.

Erika, my precious wife, I know the nights feel long. I know you sometimes lie awake, wondering how you will raise our children without me by your side. But you are not alone. You carry within you the same strength that lifted me when I faltered, the same love that kept our home alive. Every time you hold GG close, every time you cradle our son, you carry both of us—you and me—into the future. God has trusted you with this calling, and He has not left you to bear it alone.

GG, my darling girl, remember what I told you in life: teaching you to know God was the greatest privilege of my days on earth. That hasn’t changed. From here, I still whisper to you, guiding you when you are afraid, cheering you when you are bold. You are my joy. You are my song. Grow into a woman who loves God, who walks in courage, and who never forgets her daddy’s arms, still wrapped around her spirit.

And my son, my little one, you will grow not remembering the sound of my voice, but you will grow knowing my love. It is woven into you, deeper than words. When you stumble, I will be the whisper that says, “Rise.” When you laugh, I will be the echo of joy in your chest. When you question who you are, I will be the answer: “You are my son, and I am proud of you.”

Together, as a family, you are my legacy—not my speeches, not my work, but you. Every day you choose laughter over sorrow, kindness over bitterness, faith over fear—you keep my story alive in the best way possible.

So here is my final blessing to you: choose love. Always. Let forgiveness be your inheritance. Let compassion be your strength. Let faith be your guide. When the world grows cold, keep the fire of love burning in our home. When the weight of grief feels too heavy, lean on one another and know that I am leaning in, unseen but never absent.

One day, when your journeys are finished, when the tears of this life have all been shed, we will meet again. I will be waiting for you with open arms, whole and radiant. The table will be set, the laughter unbroken, the love unending. Until then, live with joy. Live with courage. Live with love.

Because love is what binds us forever.

With eternal love and blessing,
Charlie

Final Reflection by Charlie

My beloved family,

You have read my letters, and you have heard my heart. If there is one truth I want to leave with you, it is this: love never ends. The grave cannot hold it, time cannot erase it, and sorrow cannot silence it.

Erika, live with courage. GG, grow with joy. My son, walk with gentleness and strength. And together, let our family’s story be one of laughter louder than grief, faith stronger than fear, and love greater than hate.

Do not look for me in the shadows of sorrow. Look for me in the light—in the giggles of our children, in the warmth of the sun, in the peace that suddenly fills a heavy room. I am there. I will always be there.

One day, when your journeys are complete, you will see me again. We will embrace, and the ache will vanish. Until then, live fully, love deeply, and carry me in every breath of joy.

I am yours, forever.

With eternal love,
Charlie

Short Bios:

Charlie Kirk
Charlie Kirk is an American conservative activist, author, and speaker. He is the founder and president of Turning Point USA, a nonprofit organization focused on advancing conservative principles on college campuses and in public life.

Erika Kirk
Erika Kirk is the wife of Charlie Kirk. She is active in media and faith-based initiatives, hosting conversations on family, culture, and values. She has been a partner in supporting Charlie’s work and raising their children.

GG
GG is the daughter of Charlie and Erika Kirk. Born in 2022, she is cherished by her parents, who described teaching her to know God as their greatest privilege.

Charlie Kirk’s Son
The younger son of Charlie and Erika Kirk was born in 2024. Celebrated with joy at his first birthday in May 2025, he has been described by Charlie as bringing “infinite joy and laughter” into their lives.