Dearest Father,
We shall be graduating next week and I shall be getting my diploma. I want to thank you now for the 2 most wonderful years of my life. I shall always love you for sending me here.
It is late at night and someone across the way is playing “La Vie en Rose”. It’s the French way of saying, “I am looking at the world, through rose-colored glasses”. It says everything I feel.
I have learned so many things, Father. Not just how to make vichyssoise or calf’s head with sauce vinaigrette, but a much more important recipe. I have learned how to live, how to be in the world and of the world… and not just to stand aside and watch. And I will never, never again run away from life, or from love, either.
I am taking the plane home on Friday, Father. You needn’t pick me up at the airport. I’ll just take the Long Island Rail Road and you can meet me at the train. The 4:15.
If you should have any difficulty recognizing your daughter, I shall be the most sophisticated woman at the Glen Cove station.
