That's such an awesome story, Yva. Perhaps I should've sent him a letter as well - but sadly, that's just another regret to add to my list :/ It was so incredibly sweet of him to write to you!
Yes it was, I agree. The autographed picture of him and Daniel S. Tiger in Russia was sent with his first letter, along with a two page letter as well as articles about his trip to Moscow. Seeing as I had told him that I was fascinated with Russia (and even got a BA Degree in Russian Studies), he sent me a signed photograph that emanated that interest. Today that picture now hangs on our living room wall.
The thing is, I always write people back when they take the time to write me. It's a courtesy that I was raised to do, but I didn't expect him to be the exact same way and return my letters. So when his second letter arrived, I was rather surprised. But, I quickly discovered that that was the way it was and so through the years, I was writing him at least two or three times a year, and always sending him Christmas cards. In 1995, when I moved to Germany, I sent him pictures of the places were we lived, and even sent him a video of German children's shows that I watched and used to help me learn German.
I wanted to share with him whatever I thought might have interested him. At any rate, the last letter I received from him was dated about a year before his passing. I had answered it, but he probably could not have answered it as he would have liked.
When he passed on, I grieved as one would grieve a lost friend. I told him in many of my letters that I considered him one of my friends. To this day, I still do and feel myself totally honored at having been able to write to him as openly as I did.
Today, I often go back and reread his letters and reflect on how his kindness changed me.
And it did change me. I think I am a far better person for having written those letters, than I would have been if I had ignored the impulse to write. He was truly a great human being, as well as a good friend.