Robert was in second grade or maybe third when he told me he thought, "he got a letter". He ran out to the mail box and came onto the house with the letter,of course I knew he wrote it, I thought he needed a friend becase, he just started a new school. When I read it I couldn't believe my eyes.

I showed the letter to my husband who at the time was in psychiatric practice, he was so overwhelmed, he made copies of it and gave the letter to all his patients. For the last thirty eight years I read the letter very often. Roberts' letter is framed and sitting next to my bed on the night stand.

In front of the letter is a small framed photo of him treading water in a swimming pool of looking up at me smiling. He was a happy boy. Robert is deeply loved....his last word to me was thanks.He certainly taught me how to live..........!


Peace, Love, Carol