Dear Margaret,
Your letter arrived here yesterday. Mike was home, too. We were saddened, but happy for all the Christmastime memories of breaking bread together. Love and prayers, Joan and Mike
We remember watching Dick go to the beach with a book and a chair. About 4 p.m. he would return so he could be ready for happy hour. We also miss going to lunch at the Golf Club on Wednesdays. New years eve dinners bring fond memories.
