It seems email has replaced mail mail. And it’s no secret that when you’re writing an email, you’re doing no less than 14 other things – none of which you care about. Let’s make writing personal again.
Like most adolescent girls, Shelly and I were avid note writers. Yes, we saw each other every day. Yes, we talked on the phone for two hours every night. Yes, we had no lives. But somehow, we always had something to say. These letters contained highly important information such as what Mike W. was wearing (this particular boy never said a word to us) or who was making out in the band room that morning (also, never us).
A weird thing happened the Thanksgiving before Shelly died. We were both home for the holiday. She was dropping me off after our friend’s annual Turkey Bowl game.
“Oh, I have something for you!” she said.
“Uh oh. What is it?”
She shoved a gigantic bag into my hands.
“I went through my closet and found all our old notes! You’ll die when you read them!”
She couldn’t possibly have meant all of them, right? We were 25 years old at the time -- that’s 16 years of notes.
Um, that’s exactly what she meant. After saying goodbye, I just stood there with the bag. What the hell am I supposed to do with this, I think. Eh, guess I’ll just throw ‘em in my trunk and figure it out later.
Two short months later, I cherished that bag more than anything I’ve ever owned. It seems ironic that she would have given me that bag that year. Once again, I feel like she knew she wouldn’t be around much longer. Or maybe the universe knew and didn’t tell her. Either way, she was preparing to leave. And she left our entire friendship, in bubble letter form, in my hands.
MARCH RESOLUTION: Write snail mail this month to as many people as possible. Let’s wake up the warm fuzzies. Let’s say hello with a stamp. Let’s find a pen that works.
This is a fun one! You have no excuse to fail. Courtnee and I did this during fifty2resolutions, but it wasn't included in WHYLTS. See it here for inspiration.
Have an interesting pen pal story? Share it with me in the comments or on the WHYLTS facebook page.
Lastly, please share this with your friends. The book, the facebook page, the blog. I can't tell you how much it means to me when I hear from a complete stranger who heard about my book through a friend of a friend. Shelly had more friends than anyone I've ever known...so we kind of owe it to her.
Now get to writing!