Whether it is some preciousness or some pain or some combination of the two, we spend so much time remembering. Perhaps, in a way, we are always remembering. As I read this letter I was aware that over my right shoulder atop the file cabinet six feet behind me is a birthday card with a message from my mother written almost sixteen years ago. Although she passed on in August 2012, that card and its message lives on and is always close by. Thank you for the heart-to-heart communication, the heart-to-heart connection, the encirclement of the heart.
On Aug 30, 2020 Patrick Wolfe wrote:
Whether it is some preciousness or some pain or some combination of the two, we spend so much time remembering. Perhaps, in a way, we are always remembering. As I read this letter I was aware that over my right shoulder atop the file cabinet six feet behind me is a birthday card with a message from my mother written almost sixteen years ago. Although she passed on in August 2012, that card and its message lives on and is always close by. Thank you for the heart-to-heart communication, the heart-to-heart connection, the encirclement of the heart.