Letter Writing

Getting to Know You

This is an off-shoot of my last blog post, where I talked about how my daughter read my mom’s letters and got to know her through them (not about how I was on a path to destroying all of them; we won’t talk about that ever again). I want to stay focused on how these two “kindred spirits” became closer through written letters.

My daughter and I talk quite a bit about my mom’s letters; I haven’t read all of them (mainly because she was in such a hurry to), but she kept telling me it was important for me to do so. Maybe she feels I will get to know my mom, too. My mom did pass away when I was in my early 30’s, just when I was starting to feel we could become really good friends. I look forward to reading them – when I get them back. . .

In the meantime, I have the Christmas present that my daughter gave me, right outside my office.

Wall

My daughter took pictures of some of my mom’s letters and envelopes and framed them for me. I just love that I have a constant reminder of how letter writing united three generations.

You may notice there are also some framed letters. I added some of my dad’s to the collection. Also, you probably can’t tell, but there is room for my letter gallery to grow. That will happen after my daughter reads my dad’s letters. . .I am hoping for pictures.

Here are some of the pictures of my mom’s letters:

And, this is my favorite one; my daughter wasn’t going to use it because it is out of focus in the foreground. But, just take a look at it:

Feel at peace

I think it’s serendipitous that what comes into clearest focus is “feel at peace“. . .

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