This one goes out to the ones I love
In a likely misguided attempt to simplify my life and my possessions, I've decided I must part with my old letters. But before I can do that, I'm reading them - reading every line - one last time. I'm reading the letters from friends and family in 1979 and 1980. You see, I kept them- I kept them all. I kept the scribbled notes from my mother on her lunch break. I kept my grandmother's observations of life on her farm...what was blooming and who was singing in the trees. I kept the silly letters written by my crazy, wonderful friends as we started our lives "adult" lives away from "home". I kept the love letters. They are all love letters. I kept them all and I'm reading them all. My heart aches. All those people I loved- with love so intense and pure and fresh like a paper cut. I'd give anything to go back for just an hour and hold those beautiful people with their hopes and joys and laughter and tears and tell them. Tell...