The Quickly Vanishing Art of Letter Writting.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
One of my sparkfriends today posted a blog about how he missed the magic of receiving a letter from a penpal when he was a child.
It reminded me of something.
When my brother passed away last fall, we found a hand written letter in his belongings. He had written it to me, and never sent it. It was such a comfort to find it. He was telling me how happy he was, although he was quite ill at the time.
What was the reason for writing the letter? Our father years before gave all of us gifts - pen sets. Years had passed, and dad passed away. A few years after that, Matthew - my brother - realized that dad may have given us the pens so we would write.
Dad was gone. Matthew lived close to Mom and our other brother. So he choose to write to me.
It was such a beautiful letter. I still have it. I likely always will.
I think I'm going to write a letter to each of my kids tonight.