Love in a Letter
A brilliant red Maple leaf fluttered to the ground in front of me yesterday. This simple movement transported me back over 30 years ago to a mail room on a college campus. I was 18 and away from home for the first time. Needless to say, letters from home were my lifeline. I was determined to be independent, but at the same time I was sick for the familiarity of home. I opened the letter from my grandpa ...