Recently I came upon a letter written to a grandfather from his granddaughter:
I miss you! My boyfriend hates me. He almost hit me with a ball! But we made up. Lenonerd died! On Thanksgiving. We got a new cat. Named Fred. When will you give me my gift? I went to a gift shop at school. Called The Santa Shop! I got my mom, dad, and sister and me a gift. I wish I could get you a gift but I couldn’t! In two weeks I will be on winter break! On the 20th I will be gone! Can you come to Las Vegas. How come you don’t write back? I got a funny friend named Tiffany. Can you call us? On the 20th I got a party.
Your Friend and grandaughter,
PS: Please write back!
PPS: Santa is coming to town!
I, of course, was that granddaughter. This was just a way to remember my grandfather. He died in March of 1997 and was born on this day, October 17th, of 1914.