In attendance at the funeral was a man who I only know as "Bob". He is my granmother's cousin from Texas, and I can't get him out of my head. This man heard about the service, drove to the airport, boarded a plane and flew from Houston to Newark, and did so at the age of 90 years. I can't believe it. He was staying in our hotel, so we would have
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You are more than welcome to write to him. I bet he would revel in a pen pal. But I just don't know how you would start that first letter, you know? "Dear Bob. Your grandneice tells me you are sad and lonely. Here is a letter." Awkward!
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