Sitting back in my chair with my chin on my knees I thought about this a bit. I hadn't been feeling particularly forgotten but I had been going through a bit of "America home-sickness". It felt really good to slowly read each letter. To hit reply and fill in a year or two of missing pieces. It made me feel connected with who I was and helping to tie the "old me" and the "new me" together into one continuous person.
Psalms 139 flitted through my head: