Dearest Margaret

While serving overseas in the Mediterranean, in the months before I was born, my father wrote to my mother, Margaret, weekly. It had been years since I laid eyes on this private exchange between my parents but I went to great lengths to find them again after my mother’s passing earlier this year. Both my father and mother were present again for me in the story recorded on these fragile and decaying pages; it was with a resolve that I set out to preserve them and honor their memory.