We have lost the art of communicating with romantic and flowery words, whether it be through a love letter or an obituary. Technology has made it so much more convenient to pick up a phone, type a text message or send off a quick e-mail. Sad don't you think that we now find it difficult to express our true emotions on paper? These words, our ancestors knew.
A Love Story-March 8, 1823
Jack wrote a love letter to his wife Florence, he called her Billy. He had no idea at this point-in-time that he would never see her again.
Dearest Wife:
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Florence Eloise Sterling
my grandmother |
Billy dear, now that you've gone I realize how much I really love you. Dear girl, I'll never forgive myself for letting you go. Dearest, this room doesn't seem the same. I used to think it was so cozy and cheerful but now it seems so cold and bleak and dreary. Our kitchenette room is too full of memories of you. I see you at the gas range, I imagine I see you by the dresser curling your hair. The only thing that consoles me is the realization that you will soon return to me. And when you do, God knows how I'll stand it until then, you can gamble your last dollar that you won't leave me again.
Dearest, I want you to rest and enjoy yourself while you are there. I won't ask if you had a safe journey as God couldn't be so cruel as to make it otherwise.
Well, dearest one, will close now hoping that you miss me as I do you. A wealth of love and a fortune of kisses from
Your lonely husband, Jack
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