The letter read:
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Gurtrude and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends. Memorial Day came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the old lady to God. All the postal workers gathered around while the letter was opened, and read.