My oldest came home from summer camp with something very important to show me. Her little face was so serious as she came to sit in my lap with a piece of paper.
"We could write a letter to anyone we wanted." she said as a preamble.
Then she handed me this:
She chose to write her letter to my lovely Poppa who died before she was even born. I immediately choked up and pulled her into a big hug.
"He would have loved you so much." I said.
And that's the truth.