Letters to Jim: Memoir of a 40-Year Love Story

By Estrella Engelhardt

Dear Jim,

This morning, for the first time in 40 years, I woke up, and you didn't. 

How could you leave me? Now I have all this time that I don't know what to do with. 

Life feels like tissue. Thin and easily torn. 

I'm writing you because when I talk

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ibis Books
• Release date: Feb 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9781956672060

Estrella Engelhardt

Estrella Engelhardt has been a student of life for 82 years. She is mother to two adult children and stepmother to five more.She has been involved in International Folk Dancing for twenty years and theatre performance for sixteen years. She also became a Massage Therapist at age 55 and a Hair Stylist from the Vidal Sassoon Academy in 1975.She graduated Panama Canal College with a degree in Physical Education/Psychology, and has traveled extensively throughout Europe, Mexico, Central and South America, Panama, Israel, and Scandinavia.LETTERS TO JIM is her first book.

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Letters to Jim

Memoir of a 40-Year Love Story

Estrella Engelhardt

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Ibis Books

LETTERS TO JIM: MEMOIR OF A 40-YEAR LOVE STORY

Copyright © 2023 by Estrella Engelhardt

All rights reserved.

Published by Ibis Books, 2349 Hyde Park Street, Sarasota FL, 34239.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Cover art by Alice Brodhead.

Cover design by 100covers.

First edition.

ISBN-13: 978-1-956672-07-7 (Paperback edition)

ISBN-13: 978-1-956672-06-0 (Ebook edition)

Contents

Dedication

Prologue

1. one

2. two

3. three

4. four

5. five

6. six

7. seven

8. eight

9. nine

10. ten

11. eleven

12. twelve

13. thirteen

14. fourteen

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17. seventeen

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72. seventy-two

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

For my husband, Commander James H. Engelhardt,

and for all those who love and grieve.

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prologue

On Thursday, June 2nd, 2022, USN Commander James H. Engelhardt of Sarasota, Florida, died in his sleep. He was 87.

He was born in Buffalo, New York, on January 10, 1935. He graduated from the University of Buffalo with a degree in Journalism.

Jim joined the Navy in 1956 and retired in 1983. He loved the Navy and had many exciting adventures in the South Pacific, Panama, Korea, Japan, South America, and more. He was Inspector General of South America, ran the logistics of the Panama Canal, and spent many years at sea in positions of command.

Jim had four children from his first marriage: James, Julie, Jon, and Jeffrey. He also adopted a South Korean child, Lisa, when she was six.

In 1981, he married his soulmate, Estrella, and was married forty wonderful years to her. For 37 of those years, they lived together in Sarasota.

Jim was a quiet man, tall, a little dark and handsome, and very well loved. His sense of humor was legendary, as was his kindness. His love and support of his wife Estrella was evident to all.

Jim's favorite place was Nellie's Deli, where he made many friends and loved to go five or six times a week for breakfast or lunch.

He loved to work with wood, to cook (he even wrote his own cookbook!), and he drove an Austin-Healey Sprite that he maintained for 53 years.

Jim is survived by his wife Estrella, his children, and also by Estrella's two children, Naomi and Marc, who loved him like a father, and his sister Elaine and her family.

We ache at the loss of this wonderful man and will miss him dearly.

1

Dear Jim, 

This morning, for the first time in 40 years, I woke up, and you didn’t. 

How could you leave me? Now I have all this… space. All this time that I don’t know what to do with.

Who will I talk to? When something happened, you were always the first person I told. Without you to tell, do those things even happen?

Life now feels like tissue. Thin and easily torn.

There’s a bird singing outside the window.

I’m writing you because when I talk to the empty house I feel crazy. But somehow writing makes it feel like I’m actually talking to you.

This morning when I awoke, I pulled out the letter you wrote me all those years ago, the one I always keep in my wallet. I read it and cried. But I could hear your voice.

So maybe, even up there in Heaven where I can’t see you, as I write you a letter, you can hear me, too.

Your Dearest Darling,

Estrella

2

My Dearest Jim,

This morning I took out your letter again and read it over and over. Who wouldn’t fall in love with a man who writes so beautifully?

My heart aches for you. I can hardly see clearly enough to type this letter with the tears streaming down my face, but by golly I want the world to know the handsome and kind man G-d sent me.

Now I wonder… how can I love a G-d that took you from me? I feel ashamed to say that, but it’s so unfair.

We must have said I love you to each other over twenty times a day in the last five years. It never got old or bothersome.

I need to tell you about your son, James Jr. We’ve been having a beautiful exchange of emails for over a month, while you were sick and through all the preparations, sometimes two or three times a day. He tells me I’m his friend and apparently the only one he can talk to openly. Who knows why you two didn’t communicate for years? I remember—was it 20 years ago?—that he came to our home for a couple of months and was drinking too much and that’s when I said, No, sorry, but I won’t have two drinkers in our home, and you asked him to leave. Was that the last