Do you see that in the sky? That scrap of paper floating back and forth, wafting in the jet stream. It is far above and almost to heaven. That’s a love letter that was written almost ninety years ago. A young woman wrote it, her beau was sent off to war. She wrote him a letter each day that he was away. Each day she mailed a letter. These were letters, full pages, not these short glibs of hope that are sent out today. These were letters that spoke volumes of life, describing the life of the day, the adventures and metaphors. She knew how to write and her words could touch the souls of anyone that read her. Half the men of Normany read one her letters, the courage that was given, storming became easier, too bad few could claim that they had read her letter. 

That floating document that floats up high, that is the last letter that she wrote. For she was on her way to the post office to deliver it when a chaplain and an officer came to visit her. Bad news often has a way of making life seem worse than it is. After her time of mourning, she when up to the mountains outside of town and took her last letter with her. She released it into the wind before she cast herself down a rock face in grief. 

You might be wondering how does a woman devote herself so fully to a man that she would follow him into death’s grip? Well, a lot of people wondered that same thing until they saw the letter floating in the sky, then it was as if her grief made sense to them. A letter that floats in the sky, is nothing without someone to receive it on the ground. The beau received it and still the paper dances with the wind.