Until cancer recently claimed her life, I was blessed with one of the very best penpals the Lord could give me. Since her death, I have learned how important her weekly letters had become to me, and maybe even more so, how important it had become to me to have someone I could sit down and write to. I'm not good at keeping a journal, it feels pointless for me to - write a letter to myself - I suppose you could say, so I'm going to give this a try in an attempt to fill the void. Consider them letters to heaven, to my family and to anyone else who might find the life of a 23 year old living in Omaha to be interesting.