Spring is here. I have been cleaning out closets and going through papers. I am not overly sentimental, but I have a hard time throwing away letters and greeting cards. I found a story written by Fiddler that must be close to fifty years old. It is written in pencil on notebook paper. The paper has held up well. I don't know why I have it, and I don't know if the story is an assignment or the result of a desire to write. Fiddler starts the story as a letter to our parents. It follows without any editing on my part.
In Heaven when I die
Dear Mom and Dad,
and the rest of you guys.
I am in heaven now and god led the way with the help of grandma and grandpa. Tell sharon I'v seen Stranger and she's happy as can be. If you ever want to write me send it to cloud 9. I will get. You Know Bethann she's got long black hair as I pictured her to have on eart. she goes to Holly God School and she realy likes it too. I seen grandma and grandpa tho, I could not picture grandma on earth she's as pretty as a picture here and So is grandpa. And tell dad I've seen his dad and he's realy nice to. You know that puppy of Stranger's that died I'v seen him to he's got black and white hair. Tell Debra I saw Tiny he's big now and he crows every morning at six thirty. Will until next time remember God lead my way and I will lead yours
Reading this story so close to Mother's Day helps me remember Mom and Dad are in a safe place. Fiddler is still leading the way with her thoughtful observations about life.
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Well I think I am speechless. I honestly don't remember writing that, but I spoke with Sharon and from her memory of when Stranger died I think I was probably between 8-10 years old, so it is about 40 years old. Sharon thinks that Stranger and grandpa died not too far apart, grandma had passed away a few years earlier and I know I was always a bit pre-occupied with Beth Ann's passing. I often wondered what she would have looked like and what her personality would have been like, even as a child. I guess I had death and heaven on my mind---as opposed to "Georgia on My Mind", lame joke. Thanks for sharing Honor---I guess. I am not sure how you ended up with this little scrap of the past Honor. I hope my writing style has improved somewhat over the years.
You wrote a very sweet story about a complicated topic at a young age. I am blown away by your sensitivity. You had a very mature outlook on life. And your writing style, then and now, is beautiful.
I wonder about Beth Ann even today. She looked just like Sharon. She was beautiful even as a premature baby. I am looking forward to meeting her in heaven.
I was surprised to find your story among my things. I inherited all the greeting cards from me that Mother saved over the years. Mother was a saver. Maybe your story was in
with those cards.
Your story really is a comforting one. The thought that we will all be together in heaven is soothing and gives me hope. I am grateful you wrote it.
"God led my way, and I will lead yours."
That is absolutely beautiful! We could all use a reminder like that when we're faced with uncertainty and fear. Thank you for sharing this precious story, Honor. And, Margaret, thank you for writing it.
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