But I like to read it again and again to recall my husband.
Sometime, it seemed to me that An still alive, but, painfully, in reality,
I cannot see him anywhere forever. Half of my body passed away! The
more I get older, the more I feel lonely without him. Is that the severe
Destiny that all of us have to suffer in life?!
Seventy years old, my memory is declining, gradually - perhaps that is
the result of long stressing's years causing by my husband's hard and
dangerous duty! - and though my English is rusting, I do want to write to
you by myself - even late - to thank you, because I think “Better late than
never.”
Excuse for my long talking, Larry.
Hope to see you later when you are in Saigon.
Sincerely Yours,
