Reminiscing over her letters years later, there was, and still is, something about seeing her handwriting that made her come to life again, as if she were right there in front of me, telling me yet another captivating story. The photographs were special, but in my estimation, her beguiling words were simply the best. She passed one year after I graduated from college, and my most precious memories of her were the letters that I saved. The best word ever for a knickknack or trinket! One word in particular- sent to me when I was seventeen years old and a freshman in college, is still vivid in my mind. Every time she wrote to me, she made sure to include a new word that I had most likely never run into before. Grandma Linn wrote to me regularly as I grew up in Des Moines, and continued to do so during my undergraduate years at Southern Methodist University. I considered her to be one of my very best friends, and a lot of that connection had to do with the constant handwritten letters she sent to me from her retirement home in western North Carolina. My grandmother instilled in me an intense love of the written letter, and to this day, I find its genuine authenticity to always trump an email, text, or brief phone call. I have always loved writing… in my English and Lit classes growing up, in my own journals, actually, anywhere the opportunity presented itself.
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