I've just recently attended my Grannie's funeral and during a sort through her belongings I came across a rather large collection of letters from my Granfather, dating back to 1946.
These letters contain passionate words, poetically crafted that show him as quite the romantic lover. As I read these letters I have tears in my eyes and I understand the potency of their love for each other and the devastation of which my Grannie would've felt after his early death.
"... I ache for you day and night, for that is the state to which you have broght me..."
What words.
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