My Mother’s Notes

The other day, I started organizing my arts and crafts room and I came across a box that held my mother’s notes.  She was a columnist for The Pagosa Sun, but she stopped writing many, many years before she died.  After her funeral, I came home with a box full of her handwritten notes and a promise to my brothers and sisters that I’d organize the notes and make copies.

So, here we are, almost a year later, and I hadn’t opened the box, not even once.  Just seeing her handwriting brought me to tears

This is the way life goes, and it passes so fast.  Before you know it, all you really, truly, and authentically leave behind is a handwritten note.

The soul is revealed in a handwritten note.