I've always loved getting mail.
When I was a little girl, we would get letters from Grammie Landers and Aunt Anna & Uncle Winston. I loved to read about life in Sandford. I can still close my eyes and picture their handwriting on the paper.
As I grew older, it was exciting to walk across the road to check the mailbox for letters from wonderful camp friends or Glenda, an older cousin away at Carleton University. Her letters meant a lot to me as a young teenager. I still have them!
Then there were letters after high school, when friends wrote to keep in touch while at university or working miles away. Family wrote as well. (My sister sent mail every week!) It was heart-warming to open that box in the campus mail room and find an envelope! How I loved the stories and connections!
Today we may not send cards and letters as much...
but there is still power and comfort in the messages we send each other in an email.
One such email arrived on the day when Jim told me that it was cancer.
There was many things to start processing that day, but the words Glenda sent to me were soothing. So thankful for family. God reminded me through her message that He was looking after us and we were not alone on this journey. (And He has continued to do so over and over!)thank you for the msg this morning, b. i just spoke with karrilee and melodie earlier. if there is anything we can do .... anything ... please let us know ... i'm thinking about navigating the system, finding a place to stay in TO if jim is an out patient, helping out with costs, etc. we can all help and help advocate .... there must be a co-ordinator who oversees out-of-province treatments .... we will await word. big hug.
Your words matter.