My father wrote a letter to me after I was married. It is the only letter I ever received from him, a treasure on a piece of paper. My mother wrote often. With the flair of her pen, she entertained and informed. Wednesday I posted on my Neff Road blog a letter I found from my grandmother to my father, her son. She wrote:
" I cleaned up your room (partly) yesterday and I felt homesick for you again. Your room is pretty empty without you in it."
Simple words of a mother's love. A letter my father saved.
It dawned on me that online communication has robbed us of those pieces of paper, pieces that can survive decades, words on paper that can tell us a little something of those we never had a chance to know. Online we reply, we delete, we ignore these pieces of communication that can often be priceless.
My granddaughters and I live together. Once in awhile we email. No paper trail. I know that I have written letters to my son since he lived away from home for many years. I'm not so sure that I have written to my daughter since she has been close all of her life. What's wrong with me?! I know how much that single letter from my father means to me. I know that this letter has gained meaning over the years, especially since the loss of my parents. So what's my excuse?
Letters. Words of praise, words of meaning, words of love. Words that now get deleted or stored in a computer and forgotten.
"The point?" you ask. "Are you getting to the point, Pam?" Well, yes I am. We need to grab a piece of paper and write, type, draw, whatever we use to express our feelings and just do it. Letters. Letters to those we love. Love letters. A letter from an older parent, a letter from a grandparent.