During the days before the internet and email, there was the snail mail that me and my grandmother used for correspondence. Her letters have accumulated during the years and they're all stored in a plastic bin. My grandmother has already passed away, and from time to time when I think of her, I would open the plastic bin and read her letters again (pretending as if I just got them). It's a funny feeling reading them again. It's like she's still alive! She lives on in those letters, and it makes me smile once again.