I had quite an emotional trip Saturday night. I took three of my five shoe boxes of "Letters" and sorted through them. It made me quite nostalgic for a slower time - a time when people sat down and put pen to paper. You had to think carefully of your words, what you wanted to say. You contemplated things. You cogitated. I realized how lucky I have been through my life - I have letters from friends who reached out to me and comforted me, no matter where in the world I was. I have piles of newsy letters from my mother (who will not pick up the phone - but she was a letter-writer). I have letters from my sister, written from all over Europe, on all number of materials, as she toured with her band. I have letters from a dear friend in the Netherlands, chronicling the ups and downs, great achievements, discovery of true love and the celebration of it in her life. I have funny notes and cards. I have a few brief notes from my father - all business, direct and to the point. I have thank you notes from nephews and niece, children of friends. I have cards with bits of plants and flowers tucked inside. I have my great-aunt Edie's death certificate and my God parent certificate from my nephew's baptism. (Thankfully, he managed to grow up just fine without my guidance....and now has a tot of his own.) I have letters I have written to editors over the years. I have memorial programs and notices. I have postcards from my best male friend as he traveled all over the world, and the letter his son wrote to tell me he died.