After a relatively dead month, I’m getting a when-it-rains-it-pours effect on my work load. January was miserable actually for other reasons mostly. Doesn’t help that January falls in a Chicago winter either. At least it did this year. I’m also having it reinforced (and I already knew it to be true): there is no going home. There is no home to go to. And the road ahead; this whole “going forward” thing does not have anything to do with future happiness. What is really necessary is fortitude. And, Love.
Below is a recently discovered birthday letter that my grandfather sent my grandmother during WWII. He lived strong into his 90′s through love and fortitude. He gives us a little happiness.
Governor's Island WWII Birthday Letter
Awww so sweet.