The only way to travel without leaving home is to go down memory lane. Howard took a trip recently and never left his closet. These boxes have not been opened since....who knows when. The trip was a fresh reminder of how much he savors the heart-felt messages of the past. He had letters from childhood friends and relatives. The faded letters from his mother were special since she passed away at an early age. He was seventeen. One note ended with: "I hope you are still going to church". Little did she know that he has never stopped!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment