I was cleaning out my closet tonight and found a box of letters. They were from my grandfather. I remember, as a girl, watching him sit at the kitchen table after dinner most every night, writing a letter to someone. He wrote such beautiful letters. The penmanship was perfect. His descriptions of everyday occurrences seemed magical. Those letters are something I treasure to this day.
I can’t tell you the last time I wrote a letter. I spend my days, like most of us, typing emails or chatting on Facebook and twitter. How did I get this way? When did we collectively decide that a hand-written anything took too much time? Is it really the same expressing the joy over the birth of a baby with an electronic happy face?
Putting the letters back in their box and nestling them on the top of my closet, I decided I’m going to write a letter a week. To my friends, to my family, or even to the diner down the street who stopped making my favorite pie. I encourage you to do the same. Show someone you care enough and take the time to write. Who knows, maybe we will start a trend. My guess is the person who receives that letter; while they may no longer recognize the medium it was sent on, will feel they matter. And after all, isn’t that the point. Now, where did I put those stamps?
I can’t tell you the last time I wrote a letter. I spend my days, like most of us, typing emails or chatting on Facebook and twitter. How did I get this way? When did we collectively decide that a hand-written anything took too much time? Is it really the same expressing the joy over the birth of a baby with an electronic happy face?
Putting the letters back in their box and nestling them on the top of my closet, I decided I’m going to write a letter a week. To my friends, to my family, or even to the diner down the street who stopped making my favorite pie. I encourage you to do the same. Show someone you care enough and take the time to write. Who knows, maybe we will start a trend. My guess is the person who receives that letter; while they may no longer recognize the medium it was sent on, will feel they matter. And after all, isn’t that the point. Now, where did I put those stamps?