Third Anniversary Blues
Frank has written “Happiness is Love” many times in his letters. This saying came off of a big card I sent him while he was in Vietnam. The card had Snoopy dancing on the front of it with “Happiness is Love” above Snoopy’s head. Frank kept it taped to the wall next to the side of his bed. On that same wall, he kept taped pictures that his four-year-old little sister, Cindy, had colored for him. Another really special thing that Frank and Cindy did, was to send each other freckles through letters. Frank was pretty down in the dumps in his next letter to me. ...
Read MoreBack to Missing Him
Our two weeks together had come to an end and Frank had returned to Vietnam. There is really no way to explain the feeling of having had Frank home for two weeks, having to tell him goodbye again, then knowing it would be six months before seeing him, talking to him, and holding him in my arms again. The best words I have to explain this feeling would be, “Feeling like your heart had been torn in half”. Our love for each other had grown stronger with every day we were apart the first six months and we knew that we were connected in more than letters. Our hearts and souls had...
Read MoreWife of a Shorty
Frank was coming home, not in eighty-three days, but in thirty-three. After receiving the letter telling me of Frank getting a drop of fifty days, I called everybody to tell them that he would be coming home soon. Excitement and happiness totally overwhelmed me. I received a letter from Frank the next day and he was so overwhelmed, happy, and excited too. October 26, 1971 Dearest Nancy, I love you! You had better get your stuff together woman. Big daddy will be there most rickety tick! That’s right. That letter you got yesterday was no lie. We have 32 days left in this _ _ _ _ _ _...
Read MoreA Message in a Letter
Frank’s next letter has a beautiful message and it is very special to me. In late January of 2015, I said a prayer asking God for a new purpose for me. I was getting older and needed to have something to do for Him. At that time had been a widow for eighteen years and retired for six years. That night Frank came to me in a dream and told me, “Nancy, look in the cedar chest”. For some reason, I immediately woke up. Lying there in the darkness, I tried to figure out what Frank’s words had meant. I have a cedar chest in my house but know everything that is inside...
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