Darn it, Spatvark. You made me cry. Crying gives me headaches.
I'm really proud of you for being able to do what you've done...burning the letter, etc. I don't think that I could do that. I'd probably be hanging on to it forever and then I'd keep dwelling on things. Which is what I do with some of my mother's and brother's things. But these things remind me of them so I can't seen to part with them. My mother died of an aneurism when I was 13 and my brother died in a car accident.
I've seen a lot of dead people because the community that I grew up in had open casket funerals for everyone who died...and everyone went, including little kids. You get used to seeing them and it never bothered me, but it's different when it's someone that's really close to you.
