The Letter

Two years ago, I agreed to have my "story" published in a magazine.

And then I received a beautiful, handwritten letter in the mail. Quite unexpectedly. Along with a handful of pictures of me with my two smiling children. One was framed.

This letter was a gesture of support, to thank me for sharing. It was funny, light, genuine and kind. I was so grateful that someone, who I had met just that one time, was so affected by meeting me and felt the need to reach out.
It was such a nice feeling. This stranger thought I was inspiring. He called me "stoic". It was nice.

I wrote back months later. Thanking him for this picture. Helping me to realise that this beautiful family picture, this new family could still be beautiful. I'm hoping that my letter reply was more coherent.

Fast forward.

To Wednesday. And I get another beautiful, handwritten letter.
It made me cry. I'll upload it later, I think.