June 25, 1945

On June 25, 1945, my father came home from India, and we saw each other for the first time. He and my mother were reunited after a year and a half of daily letters on onion skin paper from him to her. I have his letters, but not hers. I want to read all of my father's letters through from beginning to end. So far my starts have been stalled my both too much sameness and too much emotion. Of them, more later. Today I mark our family's reunion with this image composed of his dogtags and a sentimental but evocative picture from the album of letters. It was clearly torn out of a magazine.