Drawer Number Two

The past few weeks have forced me to be logical, objective, thoughtful and non-forgiving. The last thing I refuse to do. The past ten years have been difficult at best. Accepting Gods will,and moving on has been my saving grace.

I am still in awe of the ugliness some people can exhibit. They conveniently forget their ugliness when they need you for something.

Please know that I accept blame for this also. I allowed this to happen. being "part" was always important to me. Being "part" sometimes means that you must accept ugliness.

Reliving ugly moments in the past few weeks was off-putting. Until Saturday.
You see, I have my Grandfathers desk, the desk was left to my father and after my father died, it came to me. (I will share that story with you another day). The desk has been here almost a decade and the drawers have never been cleaned out. Of course I peeked in them but to be honest, I was never very interested what Norman kept in the drawers.

Saturday, Larry and I cleaned out Norman's things. 4 drawers filled with the knick-knacks of a mans life. My Fathers life.

It was drawer #2 where I found the letters.

Addressed to my mother,

stamped and post marked from Brazil...

1948

Love letters to my mother.

From my father.

There were two fat envelopes addressed to Mother.

Each holds about 15 letters.

There was a letter for each day.

Norman wrote to Mother every day.

There was no sign of  the ugliness he left me with.

I read the sweetest words...

He loved Mother very much, he was kind, and thoughtful.

Inside these two envelopes

is the man I remember.

The words of a father,

true and strong,

loving and accountable.

God gave me a gift on Saturday.

He gave me my father.

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During difficult times,

it is easy to forget the beauty that came before.

We must look for the reminders....

 reminders of the

beauty.

Love you beyond the moon

on this wonderful Monday morning.

Me