Always be the teacher of your own life.
In some ways, now that I am older, I am acutely aware that she reminded me both physically and in my heart of my own mother. Or at least my mother in my mind as she should be. I took what she said very seriously, the tours of historical architecture included, and am forever grateful she spent so much of her free time hanging out with me.. tanning, or eating lunch, or trying to connect in simple conversations. I adored her willingness to bring an embarrassingly huge dictionary to the outdoor pool just to talk about a dream I had. I always hope I will see her again as well as my other family there. It was really such a spoiled feeling, an ocean away with my camera and Weezer CDs, in a beautiful country with everyone being wonderful to you all the time. Then I actually was gifted diamond earrings just to top it all off and pry actual tears out of me!
It is now nearly half my lifetime ago but I do think about that one line from my letter sometimes. Be the teacher of your own life. I am trying my best, and encourage anyone else to do so.