I sat for a few hours with my mother in law today. She told me about the letters that she had written to a missionary from Salt Lake City, many many years ago. He was instrumental in bringing her family, including my husband, from East Germany to America. She will be 97 years old in a few days, and her mind is sharp as can be. She expressed her frustration about wanting to jump up and dance, and run, and dance some more, but her body will no longer cooperate. This is hard for her.