Letters

It is surprisingly difficult to write a letter to someone you love and try to tell them what they mean to you.  It doesn’t sound all that difficult,  but when I actually sat down and tried I struggled for the right words.  How do you find mere words the somehow convey all that you want to convey?

One of my bucket list items is to sit down and write a letter to all the people I love and somehow find the words to say what I most want them to know.  I think I am like most people, in that I try to show the people I care about my love in my day-to-day interactions with them, but I also think that maybe a bit goes unsaid.  I guess the purpose in this exercise is to make sure the right words get shared.  I don’t want to somehow miss that opportunity.

A year ago my Aunt Kathy passed away suddenly.  I live about 500 miles from her so we obviously don’t get to see each other all that often.  I had even thought about writing her a letter the week before she passed away.  I didn’t do it.   I missed that opportunity simply because I was busy.  I was busy doing silly day-to-day stuff.  I am a bit embarrassed to admit this, but part of the purpose of all this is to be completely honest.  I sometimes have a “feeling” that I should do something.  I don’t know what to call it, but every now and then, out of the blue, I will get an idea to do something.  If I don’t do it I sometimes regret it later.  I think the only letters I have ever written to my Aunt Kathy are the annual Christmas letter, but for some reason early last fall I had the notion that I should write her a nice letter.  I felt so bad about it after she passed away.  It almost seems like I knew it was going to happen.  I made a vow that if I ever got those “feelings” again I’d act on them.

I know my Aunt Kathy knew I loved her, that isn’t really this issue.  I just wish I’d have taken the time and written that letter.  I would have told her I love the bumblebee quilt she made Maggie and that it meant the world to me that she came to the hospital that day when Mom fell.  I’d have told her that I still remember Uncle Gary singing “Afternoon Delight” to her when we were out camping together when I was about 12 years old.  It is not that any of this stuff was all that important, but I do think it would have made her smile and she’d have known I was thinking about her and cared enough to share my memories.

So with that shared, I decided maybe I should just write a love letter to everyone I loved and do my best to just let them know how much I care and what they mean to me.

So my friend, I ask you “what’s next on your list?”

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