Rob makes such fun of me for sending 'Thank You' cards for the smallest of things. I realize email, and texting have now replaced the good ole' stamp on the envelope communication, but, there is something very beautiful to me about a handwritten letter or card. Something more personal than seeing "times new roman" constantly. In this whole grieving thing I've learned so much about communication. It's so important, and I have loved getting phone calls from people genuinely interested in how we are doing. Texting is great, but, those cards...those phone calls...those are things I will treasure in all of this.
Rob was laughing at me one day shortly before my Mom died. He saw I had a 'Thank You' card setting on the desk ready to be mailed to my Mom. He asked what it was for. I told him it was to thank her for coming over that one day. My Mom came over a few days before she died, it was an unusual day, and for her to just drop by was a bit odd...but, I was so grateful for the spur-of-the-moment visit. I felt so compelled to just send her a card thanking her, and telling her how grateful I was that she stopped by. Rob kinda laughed, and made fun of me a bit for my incessant 'Thank You' cards...all in good humor of course.
I sit here now thinking of the uniqueness of this situation. My Mother was the one that ALWAYS hounded me about getting out 'Thank You' cards in a timely manner. I can remember sitting at the kitchen table writing out cards from a very young age. Those little notes were so important to her to be sent out thanking people for their kindness and generosity in any given situation.
My Mother never received her 'Thank You' note from me. I took it out of her mailbox and I placed it into her casket though. I cry so hard sitting here thinking about that card. That card meant so much to me, and I was doing exactly as she would have me do...sending out a 'Thank You.' The card rests with her earthly body now...and I know that in Heaven she knows all about that little card.
I love you Mom...I'll always send out my 'Thank You's' as I should....you molded me in that way. I love you so much.
Rob was laughing at me one day shortly before my Mom died. He saw I had a 'Thank You' card setting on the desk ready to be mailed to my Mom. He asked what it was for. I told him it was to thank her for coming over that one day. My Mom came over a few days before she died, it was an unusual day, and for her to just drop by was a bit odd...but, I was so grateful for the spur-of-the-moment visit. I felt so compelled to just send her a card thanking her, and telling her how grateful I was that she stopped by. Rob kinda laughed, and made fun of me a bit for my incessant 'Thank You' cards...all in good humor of course.
I sit here now thinking of the uniqueness of this situation. My Mother was the one that ALWAYS hounded me about getting out 'Thank You' cards in a timely manner. I can remember sitting at the kitchen table writing out cards from a very young age. Those little notes were so important to her to be sent out thanking people for their kindness and generosity in any given situation.
My Mother never received her 'Thank You' note from me. I took it out of her mailbox and I placed it into her casket though. I cry so hard sitting here thinking about that card. That card meant so much to me, and I was doing exactly as she would have me do...sending out a 'Thank You.' The card rests with her earthly body now...and I know that in Heaven she knows all about that little card.
I love you Mom...I'll always send out my 'Thank You's' as I should....you molded me in that way. I love you so much.