Letters left unsent

When we lost my Papaw one of the only things that helped me through all the grief was writing letters to Heaven, all addressed to him. A little secret of mine I’ll share with the class, is that i still write letters to Heaven, there’s just more people I have to address them to now.

The letters I write for my papaw always starts the same, like a reminder for not only him but myself as well:

“Dear, Papaw

It’s your Foxy Roxy; I wished upon the first star I saw tonight per usual…I make my wishes to you now, but I’m going to assume you already knew that. Today I learned…”

No matter the rain or shine in his life, he never failed to ask me about what WE learned that day, whether it be at school or in general. He taught me how to be a cheerleader, for a lack of better words. He taught me not to give a damn, let alone two. I think it’s safe for me to assume that my papaw didn’t meet anyone who didn’t respect him (Unless you are, his son and his wife, but that’s another story for another day)

ANYWHO…If you have something you need to get off your chest, or if you just wish to rant about your day to a soul no longer on this plane, I suggest maybe writing them a letter…it might sound a little funky at first, but it helps this weirdo when she misses her people the most.

Grief, in my opinion, is one of the only things no one can truly run from. You can think it’s gone away, or subsided with time, until you see someone their age wearing a hat that resembles the one that lived upon their head…Or walking through the store when you suddenly smell their cologne and you’re taken back to them picking you up from the bus stop in second grade. My point with this is, everyone you know is grieving something or someone constantly, with or without their acknowledgement…Give grace when you can, love hard while you’re here, and most of all enjoy each day as if it’s your last…No one ever knows when theirs is coming.

Thanks for stopping by!

With love, Muffin girl <3