It began with love letters. Words of introduction and appreciation. An opening of his heart to mine and mine to his.
I carried a few of his letters in my purse and when I felt lonely for his presence, I pulled them out and read them. When I was done, I’d close my eyes and inhale deeply, remembering our times together and reliving those experiences he wrote about. It brought him back; it brought his love back. It brought our promises together into a mosaic that became tomorrow.
He loved my...