January 29, 1942

Tonight’s dinner will be steak and eggs and fried potatoes, just like you always asked for.

And cake, because cake is important.

And it will all be delicious and wonderful, and the only thing missing will be the guest of honor.

So happy birthday, Daddy. We’ll go ahead and celebrate without you, but please don’t think for a second that it means I’ve stopped missing you, because we haven’t yet. Frankly, I don’t think we ever will.

Love you.



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