I opened a box today. It was full of handwritten letters from war…not just one or two, but hundreds and hundreds…one written per day from Southeast Asia to Southeast Pennsylvania, from a man overseas to a wife and young son on the home front. My grandfather made sure to always write a letter to his beloved “bride” and their son, my Dad.  He was a man who laughed easily, loved well, and had wisdom and whit to share. Even inRead more