I wrote a letter to my old classmate in Sendai.

This morning, I sent a letter to Tomoko,one of my old classmates of our junior high school days,about 60 years ago. I haven't seen her since we finished a junior high school in a little town in Miyagi. In September last year,we had our reunion, but she didn't come because of her serious desease - interstitial lung desease,which I had never heard of. It is said that this desease is not cured, so the only way to survive it is to transplant lungs donated by the brain dead person. By the way, I remembered her well, because she often wrote me letters after I had left Miyagi and had come to Hokkaido. She was a little, pretty girl,then,I mean,about 60years ago. After returning from the reunion last September, I wrote her a letter. Then, she called me, saying she was very happy to receive my letter. With an artificial respirator, her voice was husky,sounding like a whispering voice. She said she lived with her son's family in a wheelchair. And she had been working till she was in her 60's. While working,she cared for her own father and mother, and her husband's parents, who are all dead. But several years ago, she,herself,came down with the desease, and her husband began to care for her. But unfortunate things continued to happen. Tomoko's husband became ill and was diagnosed with cancer. Only one year after that, he passed away, and Tomoko was left alone with her two boys. She said she didn't know why she had been destined like that.
I had sent 11 letters so far after the reunion last September, and I am determined to continue to write letters to her to encourage her. We will turn 75 years old within this year. I wish she would live long, and I would meet her some day.