Letters 3
Notes from the Long End of Life
“Dear Old Friend
Now there are only the two of us left — old, fragile, and soon at the edge of the grave.
We laid Sofie to rest on Saturday. She was 93. Now there is no one left but you who remembers our childhood and youth and all the mischief we got up to.
Well, my health is still reasonably good. I am a t…
