The son of the writer did not want the letters and his instructions were that they should all be discarded. I was a dear friend of the woman to whom the letter was written and it was given to me as a gift so I could remember a piece of her.
I post it here now because the anguish of this husband on one day back in 1953 should not be lost with time. It is a reminder that those who lived and who are now gone had lives filled with experiences and emotions... and the sadness is that everything passes.
Life is elusive.
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