After Elissa Kravetz’s grandfather Bill passed away in 2008, she made sure to hold on to a box containing 65 letters he had written to his wife, Martha.
“I put them in order and thought that it wasn’t time for me to read them,” says Kravetz, who only read three of them at first. “I put them in my pajama drawer for three years.”
Then, in April of 2017, she suddenly felt compelled to read them all.
“Every morning I would have a coffee and I would sit down and I would read a letter,” she recalls to...