Greetings friends! I pray the day is treating you well. Why
did people stop writing letters?
Letters are what we have along with pictures to cherish and remember
those when they are gone. I used to ask
my father to write me letters. I wanted
his handwriting and words so I could read and get lost in my memories. I wanted to be able to see his print, the
curve of the pen and hear him speak from the written words on paper.
Before email, cell phones, text messages or just a phone line at home,
letters were all we had to communicate.
Lovers would write expressing their feelings and sharing their
commitments with each other. They would
write of longing and yearning to hold their precious love close. Letters filled the memory boxes of our
grandmothers, great grandmothers and the many grandmothers before.
I would anxiously await letters from my sister when she was in
college. I remember the excitement of
getting mail and hearing about her adventures as a co-ed. As soon as I finished reading her letters I
would write her back and tell of my 8/9 year old activities.
I found a postcard I sent my Grandmother while I lived in Mexico. The passion and emotion I felt at the time
and expressing that to her on paper was priceless. Even more was finding the postcard in her
room long after her death and knowing that she kept my correspondence and how
that alone warmed my heart.
I write letters to my son. I
started writing while he was growing inside me.
I wrote to him as if I wouldn’t be here to share his life. I wrote of my excitement as he would grow up
to become a young boy, a teen, a young man, a college grad. I wrote to him about his first love, his
first heartbreak. I wrote to him about
the day he marries and becomes a father.
I wrote to him about my prayers and dreams for his life. I still write to him. I continue to share his life…past, present
and future….in prose. He has never read
these letters. They are not for him to
read today but for him to read when I am gone.
My words and my memory for him to have and share with his future
generations to come.
Perhaps that is why I blog. My
thoughts, ideas, fears, failures and success are written. They are forever there. What was on my mind at that given moment is
on paper for anyone and everyone to read.
This piece of me will live forever.
Love you all!!!
