communication left open to me. I do not have phone numbers, email
addresses, facebook access or any other means of telling them that I
love them or finding out what is going on. So what do I write in my
letters? I know little of their lives but yearn for common ground.
Inevitably I turn to the only common ground, the past. Do you remember
when....? As time marches on, I question the relevance but it's all I
have left. Memories. Being alienated goes far deeper than just not
seeing them. You lose the common ground and letters become just a
succession of empty words.