
English: Fragment of the USSR greeting card with calendar and assistant postal markings advertising zip-code writing, 1962 Русский: Фрагмент поздравительной открытки СССР с календарным и дополнительным почтовым штемпелем, призывающим указывать почтовый индекс, 1962 год (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Tonight I did something I haven’t done in a very long time, and something I’d never done before.
I read a blog post here about how nice it is to get a handwritten note or letter in the mail, and I decided that I would do the same. I pulled out my dusty stationary and began writing a note to my mom. It’s been a very long time since I wrote a letter to be put in the mail and sent off, even longer since I wrote one by hand that wasn’t written on the inner flap of a greeting card.
After I finished the letter to my mom, I didn’t want to stop, so I decided I would write another letter, this one to my nephew. He’s almost 16, and his home life is pretty rough right now, and I had intended to just write him a little note telling him that I loved him and stuff, but it turned into a lot more. I wrote to him about how soon he would be a man, and how important it was to know just what kind of man he wanted to become. I told him to respect himself, and to respect women, even when they don’t respect themselves. I asked him to be kind, I told him that there was always time for one more hug, and that no one ever regretted not being a worse person in life. I told him that I loved him, and that I would be there for him if he ever needed me, and that the hard times will pass, even though they may not seem like it right now. Continue reading
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