Letters are nice but post cards are better. I hung on to some for some reason. A cigar box full. The Christmas card we sent Iolo in 1983 came back marked “Deceased,” the first of our friends to die of AIDS. He didn’t even know what he had. It didn’t yet have a name. Kim recently sent us a bundle of mail we had sent her years ago. And when my parents died I wound up with some mail we had sent them. It came back! But I don’t need an excuse to save stuff. Physical mail is better than email.
You have great friends.