Oh...

What bittersweet, yearning, loving, beautiful letters. Mick's love pours out of these, dear
Red... his feeling of connectedness to Beth and simultaneously his longing to actually be in her presence.
What beautiful accompaniments these are to the story. They are like the illuminations in a Medieval manuscript--they give us such vivid, detailed glimpses into Mick's psyche, and also into the way he makes it through each day without Beth.
I do love to picture him walking on the beach and imagining Beth's hand in his. And I agree that he's probably celebrated many of Beth's birthdays alone, lost in thought, thinking about her. So this feels like familiar territory to me... although of course it's not familiar at all...not really.
It's the love that sustains him. And every letter is another day passed...watching them pile up helps him get through the seemingly endless time until they can be together again.
