Remembering.

I found some letters today when I was clearing out a cupboard.
They were from my best friend when I was in my late teens/early twenties.
She died when she was 23, and I was 21.
I have now lived longer without her in my life than I did with.
It felt so good to be reading her exuberant, funny words.
I can't help thinking that having her actual handwriting, on actual
lined paper is what made her voice so strong today.
An email just wouldn't be the same.