My mom loved pens and was always buying them. She grew up in a time when we wrote to one another, when two people would have long and meaningful correspondence with one another.  You could get to know a person writing to them, update them on life's biggest biggest moments putting pen to paper, or fall more in love with them with every lick of a stamp. Can you imagine such a thing today?  

A few weeks ago we celebrated Tim Gray’s 50th Birthday. We drank a toast to Molly, since it was the first birthday Tim was celebrating since her death. It reminded me that we had endured many firsts since her passing. My first birthday was five days after. Then what would have been her 77th birthday less than two weeks later. Of course the most difficult, our anniversary, which would have been our 55th