Letters are a magical way for people who are no longer here to comfort us and bring us happiness with the things they left behind.
After the death of my sweet sister-in-law, Brenda, our family spent a beautiful week of shiva together, recalling all the memories of good times that she left with us. On Sunday night we were celebrating my daughter Lindsey’s birthday, seated close together around the table telling stories. Suddenly I thought of another gift for everyone there. I had in my possession a box containing a whole year of my mother Bert’s letters to her older sister, written while she was stationed in Texas during World War II.