postal service

back in the day, i loved to send cards [and could afford it]. i would always be sure to hit the stationery section of any store i went to in case there might be a card waiting for me to buy -- one that said the perfect message or word of encouragement. i sent many to friends and especially Brian.

well, i had to dig through an old box the other day -- one that brian never let me look through because it was full of his personal keepsakes -- and he kept every [and i do mean every -- there were a lot] card and letter i ever wrote him. he even framed the piece of paper i wrote my phone # on the night we met.

i found another box, too, that has cards in it that i picked out just for him. i even bought one for him just before he died. it's theme: "i believe in you." i never gave him the card. i hope he knew that's how i felt about him...

he's perfect. he's whole. he's healthy. he's new. he's with our heavenly Father.

i love him. i miss him.