CHandler, it seems continues to write these temporary letters to Amir. He has become Chandler’s muse. All of her uncertainty, insecurity and isolation here in NYC get sent to Amir in the afterlife.
I wonder if he’s reading? He was always a precocious kid, as is Chandler. He was polite and thoughtful, ever considering the feelings and needs of others (well, as much as a kid can). Chandler works really hard at being a good citizen, and I am sorry that I, in the day to day of life, cannot always see or appreciate it. But when I read her letters, I weep that I cannot protect her from all harm, loss, desire and failure. She is alive, and I am too. I’ve got to be grateful for that.