Day 10: Childhood memory: My grandmother’s letters.

I was very close to my maternal grandmother.  Although I saw her only during summer vacations, she’d regularly write to me.  Her letters, despite the terrible handwriting (I’d often pull her leg about it), are filled with warmth and wisdom.

The one here is rather special — she wrote it to me after I faced huge disappointment and failure in something I really thought I had a shot at. It’s been ten years since she passed away but I still find peace and hope in her rich insight.