My sister sent me an email today with something pretty cool. She had torn apart her home office at Mom's and in the redo she found a letter. It was from my Dad. Now you may remember his sweet letter to my Mom at Christmas that I posted here. The letter Midge found is a bit earlier in his life. It's a letter he wrote to his Mom when he was about 8yrs. old. It's very simple, very childlike in the handwriting with misspelled words and all. What struck me as amazing was the fact it was in such great condition. Yesterday would have been Dad's 95th birthday. He passed away in 1976 at age 56. To think that the letter is 80 plus years old and still together is really special. I couldn't get the letter to download here from my email so I took a pic of it from the computer. It just didn't turn out clear enough to print it here. I'll have to take a nice photo of it next time I'm home. Dad tells his "Momma" about his time spent with his Aunt Jo. He tells her he's having a good time and going down town with Aunt Jo lots of times. He asked how his mother is doing and then asks sweetly if he can stay until Sunday..."Can I Momma?" Then signs his name, Carlyle. Dad may be gone but I think of him everyday. I usually post about him on his birthday, but this year I think there was a reason I waited until today. The memories I have of Dad have held together like the paper that letter was written upon. They've become sweeter and more meaningful. I don't know why out of all the things Grandma had that this letter was kept. However, I'm grateful that a small piece of his childhood was preserved all these years. Happy Birthday Dad!