A Letter from the Wooden Box
I just went to camping, as I sit down under a tree...ouch! And i hurt my butt with a pin! Ahhh...what it is? As I dust out the place, i found a wooden box with a letter in it. As I start reading... "They say the first prayer wasn’t a request, but a realisation. Blessings began beliefs. Before there were temples or scriptures, there was simply the warmth of the sun on cold skin and the sudden, unearned kindness of a stranger. We didn’t learn to believe first; we felt the goodness, and then we had to find a name for the source." I find myself returning to my mother’s words often now. To be honest, I was never a person of "words" or lectures. When she spoke them, I didn't listen the way I should have. I was too busy in building a life to notice the foundation she was laying for me. Now, I have her words and her memories, but I no longer have her thoughts. Alzheimer’s has claimed them. Most of the time, she stays silent. She doesn't remember the version of me s...