I received a letter today after receiving a phone message from a stranger. She told me that she had a letter addressed to me from an address I last lived at in 1999. The woman now owns and rents out the cute old house we used to live in, and the letter…the letter…
I went by her house today and picked up the letter. She told me beforehand that she had opened it, by mistake, was just busy and didn’t read the name before tearing into it. She apologized. The letter was taped closed.
I went back out to the car, looked at the airmail envelope and the value of the stamp and noticed no return address. I thought how it’s been some time since postage in Canada was 43 cents. I drove away, pulled into the parking lot at the grocery store, and opened the letter.
Two pages, typewritten, and hand signed. I read the words slowly. I read them again, noting the telltale signs of time of writing. “seeing photos of you and Bob and your wee lad” and “He has given you one of the greatest of all blessings, a dear wee son…” and further on “God bless you – all three”. We are “five” now and have been a family of five since 1996 when our second son was born.
Just now I google stamps in Canada 1996 and see…45 cents…
And a little more digging around and I see the stamp…issued for 43 cents, December 30, 1992.
The letter is dated June 15, without a year noted. But our wee son was born in May, 1993, so it could be from June 1993, or a stamp saved and used in June 1994, or June 1995…because by June 1996, we were a family of four.
Could this letter have been in transit for 20 plus years? Is this even possible?
Could I have received the letter while still living at the old house and left it behind when we moved? I can’t recall having read it before, but sometimes I have trouble recalling my PIN! Probable, I suppose, but why would multiple owners of the old house, and multiple tenants save this letter over and over again rather than recycling it?
What am I to think? What does it mean?
An old family friend, a mentor all those years ago, the writer of the letter is long passed from my life and from this world. I wonder how many years he has been gone now? I text my brothers and ask them.
What is it he had to say over 2 decades ago that I am to pay attention to now?
And so I will sit with the letter, and ponder the question… what is it God, that you would have me see?
And at the same time, shivers that this is happening…and the memories of that time…the people…a reminder of someone good, kind, and gentle who took the time to write a letter.
This is just a wee note to renew acquaintances, for I so well remember you…
Sincerely, in Him,
Fascinating- I’d like to hear more.
Just. So. Beautiful.
Where we are, we keep re-reading we’ve done – wanting desperately to be told, yes, you were a good mother/husband/child/writer/leader…..
If I only knew what the future holds, I could REALLY prepare myself….
A letter from God.
You have me looking out my window into a Peaceful, Endless world of possibility.
Be gone, demon. What is fear? Where is fear?
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