Short post today. I don’t have a lot to write about and too many ideas percolating.
Last Thursday, I hand wrote 3 letters and put them in the mailbox for Friday pick up.
- One letter to my Dad
- One letter to family I talked to last December
- One letter to the rest of my mother’s family
Handwritten letters felt more authentic and right than computer printed letters. A blue mailbox eliminated the need to provide a return address.
It’s been 3 days since I sent the letters. Yes, I am still scared. Yes I am not happy about having to send the letters. Yes I wish I didn’t have to do any of this.
But our lives are going to mix again in the future. It’s inevitable since I am close to my paternal grandmother. Going back to visit friends and loved ones increases my chances of running into one of them by accident.
And that’s my closure. I wrote to them; gave them a means to connect if they want it; and kept myself safe so that this life can keep growing and changing.
What does closure mean to you?
Thanks for reading.