My grandparents all died before I could really appreciate them. I recently visited my great-aunt and uncle. Sure, we’d visit every Christmas, but I felt like I never knew them until this year. I’ve written them a letter since then, and it felt good. Still, I’m afraid that it may be too late. I don’t know what else to say when I write to them. We’re practically strangers.
I have a list above my computer of old friends, family, and teachers to write to. I keep a tally next to each one. There are still a lot of letters to be written.
