after the death of richard feynman, renown physics (of Manhattan Project fame) and bongo player, a letter was found. the letter was seemingly written to his first wife, Arline, who had died of tuberculosis years prior.
I adore you, sweetheart.
I know how much you like to hear that — but I don't only write it because you like it — I write it because it makes me warm all over inside to write it to you.
It is such a terribly long time since I last wrote to you — almost two years but I know you'll excuse me because you understand how I am, stubborn and realistic; and I thought there was no sense to writing.
My darling wife, I do adore you.
I love my wife. My wife is dead.
the melancholic letter continues, as the distraught scientist writes to his deceased wife. but, it would not be feynman without a bit of sardonic humor, as he closes out the letter...
PS Please excuse my not mailing this — but I don't know your new address.
the letter was sealed in an envelope for close to 40 years.