I received a short note today. It came by post. The postmark was Washington. It was short. It was simple. It was succinct. It simply said…….
My dearest darling Nonna,
Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time. It is regret for the things we did not do, that is inconsolable to me
It included an old black and white photograph. I stared at it for a very long time and then I stared out into the distance, to a time long ago….Donec Massa Integer