Hello,

So many times I wished I could talk to you over the last couple years. We were best friends I thought we would stay friends no matter what. I know I would have never quit being you friend no mater what you did. I think you could have killed someone and I would have been there. Not because I am such a great saint of a person, but because I thought that was the kind a friendship we had. Then I became screwed up my life and my marriage fell apart. My husband told me he was not in love with me anymore and I did not think I was in love with him. So instead of working on our marriage we both went our own ways and I turned to someone else. You didn’t agree and quit talking to me. I was devastated, you were the only one who said such good things about me always seem to believe in me and now you did not want anything to do with me. I eventually found my way back to my husband and our love once again blossomed. It was along painful journey one I never thought I would be on. I have spent many months beating myself up for my choices. I wish it never would of happened. I know God has forgiven me however, It cost me one very important friendship and you will always hold a special place in my heart.

From,\

Me

Dear Garden,

I had such plans for you and all the things we would do. In the beginning I dream of how happy you would make me. I weeded and watered and watched. Then I got a new job and left you with no love and thought. I am sorry for all I wasted and forgot. I am so sorry and hope to do better next year!

The letter I cannot send? When I went to the post office to renew the PO box the clerk behind the desk asked “what is this The letter I Cannot Send?”  I told her for all those letters you write, but just can’t send to the person it is intended for- letter Therapy. She smiled and said “I know I have a few.”

When I left the post office I thought she probably thought why would you send a letter to the post office if you couldn’t  send it? It is being sent!  I just get a little giggle it is strange but it works for me.

Have a great day and God’s Blessings, Candy

Dear Cell Phone User,
I do not go into a Ladies Room in order to hear conversations in the stall next to me. I especially do not care to hear someone arguing on their cell phone with their significant other about their love life. Please remember when you are on your break at work to go out to your car to use your phone and argue with the person you call. Public restrooms are not private break rooms. Plus, you may need to know that the stalls are not sound proof. I made a point to flush the toilet 4x before I left so you would understand this. (This is act is also disgusting. Do you know how many germs are in there? Hopefully you wash your hands and clean your phone.)
Angie
Costco Member

I knew with the job loss in the family you all were struggling, but yesterday made me see the sacrifices you all have made. How you all have pulled together cutting back, afraid to ask for money because of the stress it may may put on your father and I. I know your lives weren’t suppose to be like this and we as your parents were supposed to take care of you. Hearing you say we have everything we need made my heart sing. Thank you and I love all four of you with all my heart, Mama

Heres my deal, and the purpose for this letter aside from just saying hi. First, any further contact between us is strictly with your consent. If you write me back and tell me no more, I still have a prayer answered. Therell be no further need for contact.

Im well aware that Gerald, if hes still with you, might be insanely jealous of any contact at all between us; If I could speak with him, Id say two things: 1] This is nothing more than a message, from 2400 miles away. Theres no ulterior motive involved. The threat he might perceive is, simply put, nonexistent. 2] I didnt bust into his relationship he busted into ours. Granted, I allowed it to unfold, through my own inaction something I can only blame myself for. But thats my problem, not anyone elses and certainly not his.

My main thing is, Im writing a story; if it ever gets published, Id at least like to say that my characters are real. Ill fictionalize your actual name of course, but itll be recognizable, to a point. I put several other people in the story, and their names are real unless they object, which I cant see happening. I treat all my characters including you with courtesy and respect. The ones I dont treat that way have totally fictional names given to them. Fairs fair, after all.

The story starts with a combination second chance scenario like Ghost, or What Dreams May Come kind of a combination of those two and goes on to some kind of plot. I’m still working on what it’ll involve.

Respond yes or no as you wish. Just sayin hi, otherwise. How are you?

Marty

Dushanthi

I’m with u by heart forever

Prashan

I have noticed as children get older it is harder for parents to say NO! The children seem to tell their parents what they are going to do. I have heard children screaming at their parents and calling them names. Parents let their children dress like clowns and daughter dress in clothes 2 sizes too small. The kids of today have so much and don’t semm to appreciate any of it. The only way I can figure this is happening is Mom Guilt!

82 years her life was full and fun.

Elsie is a wife and has two sons.

lying and waiting for life finally done.

Today, she is home with the heavenly one!

The Letter I Cannot Send-A place to get it off your chest, out of your mind and let it go. I think for me the hardest thing is letting go. Forgive and forget I grew up with hearing “I can forgive, but I can’t forget!” Did you ever think about this statement? To forgive and remember. Remember the offense and forgive I think that makes forgiveness a gift, one that I have been given many times.

I remember some years back my brother was staying at my folks after he had hurt them many times. I said to my mom “Why is he here, I can’t believe you are letting him stay here!” When she said “He is my son and I forgive him!” I couldn’t believe it, I guess I was a little jealous. Something Just this year made me think of this story when I was at church and heard the Parable of the Prodigal Son and I thought I was the Prodigal’s brother! I called my mom to say, I was so sorry and she had forgiven and forgot this long ago.

My brother has been gone for 9 years and I am now glad my mom had the time with him. No thanks to me. This was one of my regrets I wished I could have forgave and remembered, giving my brother a gift. I hope my brother knows I loved him and I am glad my mom showed unconditional love for her son and me, her daughter.