The Language of Love
BEATRICE was surprised to find a box of love letters among her mother’s personal possessions. And she was even more surprised to discover they’d been written by her father.
This was a side of him she hadn’t seen during his lifetime. Or perhaps she’d been too young to notice? Too caught up in her own life and the struggles of growing up.
She and her husband had driven over to her parents’ house to begin the enormous task of sifting through the papers, music, books, furniture and bric-a-brac produced by living in the same house for 40 years. Anything that looked as though it might come in handy one day had been kept.
Beatrice had felt overwhelmed by emotion, and retreated to her mother’s room to sit quietly with a cup of tea before starting her task. Paul
