Dear Pop,
I had to go. You know that, don’t you? I’m not Mama. I’m not running from you, though I have good reason. You got to admit it.
If you let yourself, you can be proud of me. I’m doing a good job, everyone says so. I’m a hard worker. You taught me that way of living. And that’s something I have to admit.
The navy is sending me to Hawaii. I can hardly believe it. I wonder if it’s going to match the place I already built in my head. I hope so.
Well, I want to say I’m leaving with no hard feelings. I’m going to walk on the plane thinking you feel the same. Even if you don’t. I’ve got my own mind now.
But if you do feel the same, why don’t you walk over to Mrs. Vincenzo’s house and visit with your grandbaby? She might not be happy to see you at first, which you got to understand, but if you put in a little effort, she’ll match it.
Well, take care of yourself, Pop. I’ll see you after the war.
Your daughter,
Roylene