Who can you write to today?
/While in college, I spent a semester in Paris—an era before email, cell phones with international calling, or WhatsApp. One thing kept me from unbearable homesickness—letters from my dad. Now that my dad has passed, I would do anything to be able to receive another one of his letters. Despite my dad’s long hours and pressures that often consumed him, he made time to sit down with pen and paper and write to me. His letters made me laugh, as well as cry—they were a great reminder that I was loved and missed. And more than anything, they served to encourage me.
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