Letters from Home … Today I will share with you something really special. I have been considering this for a long time. The month of February is almost complete, and I still have a lot of things I was going to do, left to do. That is nothing new with me.
As some of you know, in April 2013 I had open heart surgery (Quad By-Pass) and a year later, more hospital sheet time (under the knife a second time). Six visits to Emergency Room and all the bells and whistles associated with it.
All of this of course, changes a person, sometimes for the good and sometimes not for the good.
In my case it was both. My physical condition was improved somewhat, but my mental condition, went south. Deep depression, lifestyle changes, emotional trauma, you name it, it was on the menu. My Dad used to refer to it “As a hard row to hoe.”
On some days, this phrase surely applied to us.
One day, I was feeling really low, almost impossible to describe. The wife and I were talking about it, trying to reason it all out, understand what was going on. Unfortunately, we were not finding any quick solutions or answers.
To put it bluntly, there is nothing that prepares you for what transpires after they crack your chest open and you and your life partner or mate start the long recovery process.
Later on that day, she walks into the room, I am lying there feeling very much sorry for myself, having my own exclusive pity-party. She hands me a shoe box and says, “Here, this might help you out. Make you feel better, I dunno?”
Opening the box I find a lot of letters, turns out, over thirty of them, all addressed to me. I ask her, “What is this?” She looks at me with those big brown eyes, eyes a guy could easily get lost in, and says, “I write them for you. Each year I write but I never mail any of them.”
What I was looking at was some thirty years of time in a box.
Have to admit, it really took the wind out of my sails. I asked her why she never mailed any of them, and she said, “she would write them, and then put them back, but never put a stamp on any of them.”
I lay there in bed, and carefully read each one, which in itself was a real joy. They revealed to me a side of my wife I had never seen before.
As I read them, it lifted me up. You see she didn’t speak very good english in the beginning and it was nice to see how each year, her language skills improved, the cursive style of her hand got better. As I read her words it warmed my soul.
It was nice to see that I had found a woman who I truly meant something to, a woman who indeed loved me. A woman who found true worth in what I did for her. After I finished reading each and every letter. She asked me what I thought. I mean, wow, what do you say? I just smiled and said, “Baby, I am a lucky man.”
Which is basically what I feel like each and every day.
You see my friends, I have been sick and I have been healed. Believe me, healed is much, much better. And to have someone who loves you this much, well, that just makes all the rest of it pure fluff.