Words that live forever
This socially-distant holiday season will not be celebrated the way we have always enjoyed. But writing a letter to a loved one will bring us closer.
By Linda Solomon, Special to the Detroit Free Press
Published
4:37 pm UTC Dec. 19, 2020
Linda Solomon reads a letter from her father
Antranik Tavitian, Detroit Free Press
“This letter which I am writing with my own hand, with my own pen, with my own penmanship comes from me and no one else ... you can read me today, tomorrow, any day you want...” A. R . Gurney Playwright “LOVE LETTERS”
My dad passed away suddenly when he was 63. Thirty years ago. I have no video of him, no FaceTime messages, no voicemail messages. But I have his handwritten letters. And I can read them “any day” I want. When I read his letters, my dad’s voice and heart are forever with me. Providing comfort because I can touch the paper he touched. His letters, written on a simple yellow lined pad with a red pen.