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for air, I tried desperately to regain my composure so
that I could continue to read my letter.

I am happier than I have dreamed of at the thought
of being a Father…Your Father

At the same time, I am sadder than I can image being.
Sad, because I will not know you. I have been chosen
to join my grandfathers.

I would not mind dying young if it were not for the
loss of you and of course, the thought of leaving your
Mother, my beautiful Sherry.

Now distraught, with tears running down my face I
toss the letter to the floor and start pacing in my room.
As fate would have it, a gentle breeze picked my
letter up and carried it through the railing and into the
flower garden below.

When I realized what had happened, I raced down
the stairs and across the downstairs porch. Oblivious to
the Professor smoking a pipe and leafing through the
pages of an old album I retrieved my letter. He greeted
me but I hastily bid him goodnight.
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