I have an Easter card sent by my uncle Harold, from England, to one of his only siblings (15 yr old twin sisters. One my mom). He told them he would take them out to a movie and ice cream when he got home on leave.
Never happened. Less than three months later, as a tail gunner in 24, he never made it out of the spinning burning ship.
My mom kept that card in pristine condition. She’s gone, so I treat it the same.
It is an Honorable and Righteous thing, that you do so, and speaks well, and proper, of you.
All Honor to You for doing so.