Liebe Berta,
Terrible news: Papa is dead. He was out logging when a runaway sledge knocked him unconscious. Lumbermen carried him home. We sent for the doctor, but he could do nothing. Papa never awoke. We buried him yesterday.
Mama is beside herself. I remind her, “Where fear is the greatest, God’s help is the nearest,” but she takes no comfort in these words. To think that we will never see him again! Sister, what will we do without Papa?
Dein Bruder,
August
Terrible news: Papa is dead. He was out logging when a runaway sledge knocked him unconscious. Lumbermen carried him home. We sent for the doctor, but he could do nothing. Papa never awoke. We buried him yesterday.
Mama is beside herself. I remind her, “Where fear is the greatest, God’s help is the nearest,” but she takes no comfort in these words. To think that we will never see him again! Sister, what will we do without Papa?
Dein Bruder,
August