Mama always wrote people to thank them for anything and everything – a plant, a visit, a bucket of peas, a job well done. People loved her notes and kept them. I recently saw one on a bulletin board where my niece works that Mama had written almost two years ago. It meant something to get a hand-written note from her. She also sent, without fail, birthday cards, Halloween cards (with music and motion!), and Christmas cards.
Last December, when she had written all her Christmas cards, she chose the ones for this year and the stamps, too. We bought them and tucked them away in her desk. And here I am this December, sorting through her list, addressing the cards she would have sent, missing her.
And my notes for 2024? After she died, I wrote at least 80 thank you notes, in addition to my little list of one note a week. People were so generous, so caring, so loving. And she would have wanted every one of them to have note, to be thanked. I learned from her how important that is, how special. And I am trying to live up to her teaching.
And the Christmas card list is up to 72…..
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