I have always loved snail mail. I have always loved cards and letters. There is nothing more sweet and endearing to receive a HANDWRITTEN letter or card in the mail that is exponentially and essentially personal and personalized, laced with the words that hold immense power to bring out emotions of joy and a smile or even sadness and tears. As HANDWRITTEN cards and letters are dying in the technology world we live in or have basically died with a RIP tombstone, my love has only grown deeper and stronger with a firm belief that there is kindness in cards/letters that fulfills people's ingrain desire and wish that he/she matters and are remembered and cared about.
My love affair for cards started way back in 1 and 2 grade. I remember cafeteria trays of sprinkled sand, and I would stick my fingers in the sand to outline the loops and curves of letters that formed words, stringed sentences, and then made magic that could touch people in the worst and best of ways. I vaguely remember going in and out of the hospital as a child, losing out on those school days that are the starting point of childhood. Most of all, I remember receiving a huge box of cards from my classmates in the second grade that was orchestrated by my second grade teacher Mrs. G. Her thought turned into a project for her class/my classmates made me feel like I was 'someone' who mattered and perked me up to getting better and stronger. The only three things I recall about Mrs. G was her shoulder-length dark blonde hair, her warmth, and how she was the one who gathered all my classmates to send me a box of heartfelt and handmade cards to cheer me up when I was at one of my lowest or sickest points.
Imagine my surprise when I saw Mrs. G’s address in my address book.
I must confess that I am very meticulous about my address books. Note: BOOKS. I have two address books. One that is a portable felted red one. Another that is a funky electric blue one that my sister got for me ages ago. These books are written proof of how life constantly changes and about people who have come, gone, and stayed in my life. As the years have gone by, there have been more white-outs and cross-outs. At the end of 2017 and this 2018 year, I was armed with packages of white-outs to do a massive contemplation and clean-up of people as I have become increasingly selective with my time, energy, and postage.
When I saw Mrs. G’s address, I wondered how I even had this address in my address books. I could have sworn I sent her a Christmas card once, but I never heard from her. For the heck of it and just because I believed in the kindness of cards, I dug out one of my Christmas cards and included my email address and phone #. Not even two weeks went by and I received a beautiful card from her that was filled to the brim inside of her loopy and exquisite handwriting commending me on how far I had come since I was a little sick girl in second grade. She ended her message with her email address. Without hesitation, I emailed her back right away. Not even a day went by and she emailed me back. We agreed to meet.
I did not even remember what Mrs. G looked like, but she remembered me. She was waiting outside in the biting cold. She boomed out my first and last name and then wrapped me in the warmest and longest hug. We slurped up soups and gobbled up crusty hot bread. We talked for over two hours about our lives and the meaning of life. Mrs. G kept saying it was “Cosmic Forces” that brought us together again. She said it the unexplainable. I believe that it was the “cards” and how the “stars align,” because life is full of the crazy cosmic and stars that will bounce all over the place in chaos and then somehow, someway, everything just aligns at the right time. Timing is everything in life.
You never know who you will meet again and how you will meet again. People say that the doors close and chapters end. I believe we do go separate ways with some people, but separation is not a termination. We go through high and low tides and waves with people, dependent on the highs and lows in our life. It is just the places you are in your life that call for certain people at certain times. Even when you think and are convinced of the ending, there is always some kind of beginning. When have you experienced ‘Cosmic Forces’? When were you convinced of an ending when there turned out to be a new beginning? Is there truth in “Good-Bye” or is it more so “Until we meet again” in life? When has someone's actions or words made you feel like you really matter and are cared about and remembered?
Keep smilin’ until we meet again,
P.S. Thank you Mrs. G for introducing me to the “cosmic forces” and magic that started with a box of cards when I was 8-years-old and cards that brought us together again over twenty years later. Thank you for making me feel like I matter.