My Darling Ramona –

If I had words to express how I feel today, the description would probably be fantastic and a bit unreal in your distant place. I had the morning mass and a little time again with my good friend. The experience has added up to everything that went before and piled a little more on top. I am seeing profound changes everywhere, especially among those I have had a hand in taking on sending to his masses. No sermon or talking to can do as much in the hearts of these men as attendance at one Mass. No words are necessary when Padre says mass. I could into some wonderful descriptions but I almost fear writing what I really feel and think, about him. I’ve questioned myself about the permanency of this new strength, and, somehow I think it will be very permanent. So again I find in trying to help others to better living, I come through with the knowledge that I have gained far more than I put into it. That seems to be the common experience when one tries to give others a hand. It goes back again to the Dr. Hudson story of secret strength, I’ve mentioned before.

Tomorrow I’m taking the air lanes again. I expect to see some of my old friends and haunts. It won’t be a long trip, but I hope a pleasant one. There are supplies I wish to pick up. I wish it were a real long one extending far into the west. In a weeks time I could get to our door – even less (3 days) if I flew direct. There I’m dreaming again. Oh, Darling I wish you could share some of my life more actively. These are poor reports indeed, and I have so much for you to wonder about. I doubt if I shall ever be able to give you adequate accounting when I get back. I’ll give you my love tonight via the Big Dipper and the half-moon. A kiss for you darling – softly on your tender lips. Goodnight now darling.

Love,

Bill