Thanks kindly. As I make my way through very large boxes full of my parents’ letters- and there are thousands of them- I stumble across a few things here and there that not only shed light on their humanity but also force me to completely rewrite whatever story or script I might have penned to justify a feeling or blame or whatever. I will forever be grateful that my parents were writers, and not only that, that they kept everything. Including all my letters. Imagine. Just imagine. There will come a time when an injury or forced rest will allow me to delve in fully. I suspect I will need a crate of Kleenex to deal.