The following letter was written by Ita Ford three months before her death to her niece and godchild, Jennifer Ford, in Brooklyn, New York, on her 16th birthday.
August 18, 1980
The odds that this note will arrive for your birthday are poor, but know that I'm with you in spirit as you celebrate 16 big ones. I hope it's a special day for you.
I want to say something to you, and I wish I were there to talk to you, because sometimes letters don't get across all the meaning and feeling. But, I'll give it a try anyhow.