Chapter 69
Frida Rodriguez ... En Route
June 24, 1994
Paris, France
Dear Kate,
Every person in this messed-up world should love and be loved like Bumpa. Everyone should have such a loving death. I remember when he had his stroke. Confession: I was scared it was going to make you bitter. It’s easy to be bitter, but you didn’t let that happen. I wish I could have met him and told him how grateful I am for his Punkin. I wish we could hear him say golly when you publish your first novel because I know someday you’re going to publish a novel that will be the exact book a person needs at a certain time in their life. Please give your family my condolences. I don’t like that word. It sounds impersonal. Give them hugs from me and I’m sending you the biggest hug of all plus endless admiration for being strong enough to choose the hardest path during the saddest time. Gratitude.
Love,
Frida