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All of Michael’s letters that I had I destroyed years ago. They were too much. I tried not long ? to read aloud to my Peg JMB’s last letter to George, telling him of Uncle Guy’s death, and George’s reply (his last letter to J.M.B., received only after he was killed) but I couldn’t get through them. Ah me. <br />
Nico, fortunately for him, doesn’t quite, I think, comprehend or experience these feelings. Jack I fancy would but I never see him. Gerald Arthur does, and him I do see every so often, and much love. Dr. Mary LL.D. I see, and Theodora, perhaps comes in 3 or 4 years always with pleasure they were together. No other relatives, that I can think of, except occasional glimpses of Daphne and Angela— Daphne the most understanding. <br />
Much love and gratitude to you dear Mary <br />
Peter <br />
Dearest Mary, Thank you 1000 times for sending me those touching replies of the ? past. Though I know you are right in regarding the possession of both parents as a blessing we lacked, I also know that you did more than anyone else in your atrociously difficult position could have done to make us unconscious of that lack. <br />
And I am not as certain as I should like to be that I am a good parent, or better than ?, myself. However I try, rather feebly; and I comfort myself with the thought that my youngest is nearly as old as I was when my mother died and with the hope that he will be at ? through his National Service before either of his parents join the great majority in the peace of the grave. I should like his, and the other two’s, boyhood and youth to be a pleasure; their manhood is bound to be a struggle, their old age a regret. (? rich, not me).<br />
What a lot you did for us, and how ungrateful most of us must have seemed. <br />
Our Mildred left us 2 or 3 years ago, to look after her ailing mother (who always calls her Mary by the way). She comes to us occasionally for a day or two, to the boys’ delight. I wish you didn’t live so far away.