Some people visit gravesites to communicate to the dead.
I…write letters.
Every year since my mother died, back in 2001, I send a
letter to her. It usually tells her about how I wish I had appreciated her more
when she was alive. It sometimes tells her my hopes and dreams. And
occasionally, it asks for advice and questions that I wish I had asked her.
It’s my way of connecting to her.
This year, I included my three girls. I asked them to write
down questions they wish they could ask her. In the end, the letters are sent
to my Papa, the one who was left behind. The one who loves her still after so
many years of separation. I hope the letters help.
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