I have hand written, in cursive, a few letters over the past couple of months. As I wrote, I had memories of days as a youth reading letters from grandmothers. They were so enjoyable to read, filled with simple news and lots of misspelled words. I could hold them, reread them again and again.

Wives, mothers and lovers depended on letters to keep connected to those serving during wartime, making sure anyone on foreign soil to knew they were loved. Some still have those cherished letters.

Anyway, this Memorial day I have reflected on the importance of those letters, those who served and those who kept in touch.