letters

My darling husband, then fiance, Eddie, wrote me a letter every day when I was in my coma. Then, he gave them to me the next christmas, that was about 5 months after I woke up. I read them then, of course, but then when we got married and I moved I put them in a box and packed them up. I have some real memory problems. I wasn't sure where they went, but I figured they were in this certain box at my parent's house that was too high for me to reach. I just figured it was there so I didn't worry too much about it. Then, a couple weeks ago my dad and I got it down and to my extreme disappointment I realized it wasn't there. I really didn't know what I was going to do. Eddie didn't even think it was that big of a deal and that I was over reacting. I'LL SHOW YOU OVER-REACTING!!!! But then the other day my dad found 3 more boxes, one of which contained my letters. YAY!! I was so happy about that! They are really wonderful. I thought about typing one out and sharing it with you guys, but then I read one and decided I think its just a little too personal. And I don't think he'd like his words tossed around on the inter web. I haven't read them for over 3 years and I forgot how beautiful they are (due to the above mentioned memory problem). He just says who visited and what the nurses did with me and stuff. And stuck in there there are some more personal things. About how much he loves me. :) They just make me cry and cry and somehow its really enjoyable, all that crying.