When I found myself alone after Dick's death, I had no idea who I was as an individual. I did not know what I would do with the rest of my life. I still don't have all the answers.
After unearthing Dick's letters to me from sixty years earlier, I discovered a treasure trove of poetic expressions of love and fascinating stories about his daily life in Korea. I started writing excerpts from the letters for the family. Before I fully understood my intention, a book had begun.
In the past, my writing had been mostly confined to medical charts and to consultation reports. Of necessity, I wrote in brief, concise terminology. Thanks to my critique groups, I learned I could tell our story in honor of Dick's life.