Dear Mary,

I think of you every day.  I thought about you today.  Not one of those ‘I wish you hadn’t died and left us, I miss you so much’ thoughts mind you, but a happy ‘remember when we…’ thought.  It made me smile so big and made my heart feel very light.  I had a soaring of joy fill me and take wing.  For once, I didn’t cry, although now that I write this, I can’t say that.  I wonder, do you think of me on the odd occasion?

With love,

Me