1882

Dear friend,

Perhaps Affection has always one question more which it forgot to ask.

I thought it possible you might tell me if our lost one had Brother or Sister.

I knew he once had a Mother, for when he first came to see me, there was Black with his Hat. "Some one has died" I said. "Yes" - he said, "his Mother."

"Did you love her," I asked. He replied with his deep "Yes." I felt too that perhaps you, or the one you confidingly call "Our Charlie," might know if his Children were near him at last, or if they grieved to lose that most sacred Life. Do you know do they resemble him? I hoped that "Willie" might, to whom he clung so tenderly. How irreparable should there be no perpetuation of a nature so treasured! [Wh] Please forgive the requests which I hope have not wearied you, except as bereavement always wearies.

The sharing a sorrow never lessens, but when a Balm departs, the Plants that nearest grew have a grieved significance and you cherished my friend. My Sister gives her love to you. We hope you are more strong.

E. Dickinson.