The other day, I flipped through the mail that had accumulated on my parents’ kitchen table: bills, ads, catalogs, a package for my dad…and a letter addressed to “The Lovely Siobhan O’Rourke.”
I tore open the envelope and read the enclosed card. There, written in black ink were Rebecca’s thoughts for me to read. Thoughts about summer, family, school, and life. Questions. Sketches of hearts. With her personality and excitement evident in her handwriting that is just as distinct as her voice.
Written just for me.