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Thursday, June 18, 2009

A Letter

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Dear ____,
I wanted to write you this letter to explain.
(Write this letter to yourself from someone you wish would write to you.)



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Dear June,
I wanted to write you this letter to explain. Heaven is everything you'd want it to be, and so much more.

The weather is perfect! It's sunny, but not too sunny. When it rains, it is the kind of rain that cleanses. Even the snow doesn't feel cold, but it makes great snowballs!

I've had my eye on you and your brothers all these years. I am really proud how you all turned out (your Grandma is watching over my shoulder as I write this, she said to tell you 'hi'). I'm sorry that you married a couple of losers, but really glad that you finally met a good one. You never were a quitter.

I am especially tickled by the grandkids and great grandkids...how I wish I was there to have them sit in my lap and read to them. Don't be sad, I have seen how well they are all loved and cared for - I couldn't have done a better job.

When you talk to your mom at the nursing home, tell her not to get in a big hurry to join me - I'm enjoying the quiet (you better NOT tell her that! lol).

I know that her Alzheimer's is progressing, and she can't remember that I came here in 1983. It's sad to watch her slip away like that. I know she can be real happy here, I just hope that she won't embarrass me by yelling, like she used to.

June, you always were a good daughter. I miss you, but don't expect to spend time with you for many years.

Thanks for telling the kids and grandkids about me - and you're right, if I were there, I'd have fallen in love with every one of them.

I'm going to close by saying the last thing I said to you before I came here - I love you, June. Please don't worry so much.

Love,
Dad

June Freaking Cleaver

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12 comments:

Cynthia said...

Dearest Mom and Dad,
I can explain everything...
Love, your daughter, Jan

Dan Felstead said...

Dear Dan,
I wanted to write this letter to explain...at least hear me out.

After all these years, you showed up again in my life. I saw a post about a month ago on a blog...PPP. That post related a story about visiting a vinyl record shop. As I read it, I knew it was you who wrote it even before I saw the "Dan" at the end. That brief summer we spent hitching around Europe, the days in Paris and Arenys de Mar seem like another life to me now...so different than the life I chose in Quebec when I returned.

I never forgot you even though your letters remain to this day hidden in the shoulder bag you bought me in Morocco...letters I never responded to. It was evident to me that we were headed down two different paths...never to meet. That is why I didn't write.

I wish now I would have kept in contact but we both have our lives now...too late for that hope. That summer, the memories and the sangria stained shoulder bag will forever remain a part my life shared only with you.

I going to a vinyl record shop today in Old Quebec...as I leave, I will look back to catch your reflection in the window.

Stay well my friend and summer soulmate.

Jackie

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I.N.Kwell said...

Dear Emily
I wanted to write you this letter to explain why I've suddenly contacted you with that phone call after all these years. Its just that I recently lost a friend and I started thinking about all the people she had said she wanted to reach out to. But then she never got the chance.
So hi, 12 years after we said bye. I hope you write back (I've always wanted a pen pal!) and if you don't, I'll understand. This is out of the blue, and a bit of a change. So if you just can't, or you're not ready, don't worry about.
But I'll be waiting to hear from you if you do want to get in touch again. I hope you've had a nice life, and if we don't make contact again, then I hope the rest of your life will be great, too.

Your old friend, who you knew when we were young,
INK

June Freaking Cleaver said...

Dear June,
I wanted to write you this letter to explain. Heaven is everything you'd want it to be, and so much more.

The weather is perfect! It's sunny, but not too sunny. When it rains, it is the kind of rain that cleanses. Even the snow doesn't feel cold, but it makes great snowballs!

I've had my eye on you and your brothers all these years. I am really proud how you all turned out (your Grandma is watching over my shoulder as I write this, she said to tell you 'hi'). I'm sorry that you married a couple of losers, but really glad that you finally met a good one. You never were a quitter.

I am especially tickled by the grandkids and great grandkids...how I wish I was there to have them sit in my lap and read to them. Don't be sad, I have seen how well they are all loved and cared for - I couldn't have done a better job.

When you talk to your mom at the nursing home, tell her not to get in a big hurry to join me - I'm enjoying the quiet (you better NOT tell her that! lol).

I know that her Alzheimer's is progressing, and she can't remember that I came here in 1983. It's sad to watch her slip away like that. I know she can be real happy here, I just hope that she won't embarrass me by yelling, like she used to.

June, you always were a good daughter. I miss you, but don't expect to spend time with you for many years.

Thanks for telling the kids and grandkids about me - and you're right, if I were there, I'd have fallen in love with every one of them.

I'm going to close by saying the last thing I said to you before I came here - I love you, June. Please don't worry so much.

Love,
Dad

Dad

Simply Heather said...

{if you'll notice - the very first mailbox is a fish....}


Dear Neighbors,

I wanted to write you this letter to explain why I have a fish mailbox.

I know that it doesn’t appear to be as spiffy as it should, for an area such as ours; but I could care less about this appearance. You see, this mailbox was a gift from a precious little girl…my granddaughter.

To you, it may seem futile for me to explain; but I would not want you to misunderstand why this mailbox is here and why it shall remain.

My granddaughter lives so far away from me and is only able to visit every few years. She and I used to spend hours in the summer, down at her favorite little pond…fishing. We would laugh and sing, eat and talk; she and I…but not once did I ever catch a fish. Maybe because I was so loud, I don’t know; but she never lacked for a catch, my sweet little granddaughter.

Now, you’re aware of where we’re living and that our days ahead are numbered. My granddaughter is now fifteen years old and at the age when most teens aren’t thinking much about their grandparents anymore, but she’s not that way.

She just left yesterday and before she did, she hugged me like she’d never done before; then she handed me this big box. After I opened it, she explained to me that this is a fish to keep and to remember the days that we’d spent together down by the pond. She said that she always felt a bit guilty that I’d never caught a one and that she hoped that this would make up for it. I told her that I had the best catches in my life, at the pond. Didn’t she know? I caught youth, kept it for a long time. I caught love, and it’s still living in my heart. I caught a relationship that would carry me through these days of old. I’d caught my granddaughter’s heart and that’s the best catch of all.

So, friends; whether or not you think this is a pleasant sight to see each day as you gather your mail…it will remain here and I thought by sending you this explanation, you might understand a bit better of the why.

Your neighbor,

Old Man Jones

Crazy Mo said...

I am not asking for forgiveness; what was done is unforgiveable. A bond of unconditional trust was broken, never to be mended. I realize that my betrayal rises above all others. I alone have shaped your personality; I have destroyed your trust. Your trust in others and, worse, in self.

I cannot change this, for it was ordained that we should meet, you and I, and teach each other this difficult lesson. I know you have learned this moral well, for I have watched you grow in strength of spirit. And I am proud. You have fiercely chosen to deny the destruction of your life. Instead, you have conquered all challengers and are stronger for it. You are a warrior. A survivor.

When we meet again, we will recognize and know each other. You will understand and you will be healed. Until then, know that the Guardians watch over you and protect you always.

P.

Faith said...

Dear Faith,

I wanted to write this letter to explain why I treated you that way. I hope you will read this with an open mind. And I hope you can put yourself back into the mindset of a teenager.

You were always my best friend, from the days of swim lessons and training wheels to jumping rope on the playground to our first crushes in junior high.

But then high school came.

You were in the band, and you were great. Every in school knew you were in the band. I was proud of you. Proud, but ashamed to call you my friend.

No one was in the band in those days. No one worth knowing at least. That's why I quit after the eighth grade. I knew how ridiculed those band nerds were.

I ventured into the world of sports: volleyball, basketball, track. I was IN with the right crowd now. And in that crowd, band members weren't allowed.

I still considered you my friend, even as my team members and I laughed at you, called you names, picked on you every chance we had.

I was weak. I gave in to the peer pressure. You were strong. You remained yourself through all of that. You never caved to peer pressure.

I see from the reunion newsletter that you have made something of your life, and I'm still stuck in those high school days, still reliving all the pain that I must have caused you.

I'm sorry for that pain. I'm sorry that I wouldn't talk to you in public. I'm sorry that I killed our friendship.

I hope that I am strong enough to sit with you at our reunion. But I don't know if I am strong enough to stand up to that crowd yet, and do my own thing.

Your BFF ... from days gone past.

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For blue skies. said...

Dear Kasey,
I'm sorry for what I did. You were just a kid. I'm sorry I left you with those haunting memories. I'm sorry you knew so much so early. I'm sorry your father stayed up all night, scared to death of what might happen. I'm sorry you dont get the respect you deserve. I'm sorry I couldnt have handled that as well as you do. I'm sorry I've missed out on so many things in your life. I'm sorry I couldnt be there. I'm sorry you spent all those nights wondering about me in this prison. I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was.
Sincerely, Your uncle