I was rummaging through my closet over the weekend and came across a small briefcase I forgot about. In it I found my father’s birth certificate, letters he had written to his family while he was away at the tender age of 15, b/w photos, etc.
When my family and I went to his home to sort through his items three years ago, we found birthday cards and bank statements going back as far as 20 years. He kept everything. The task was emotionally draining.
So we decided to take whatever we can and sort thru it at our own pace.
As timing would have it, I was delighted to discover the letters he wrote to his parents while he was away living with his Aunt/Uncle for the year. I felt as if I was prying into a window of my father’s earlier life.
With each page, each loose shape of his cursive handwriting, I longed to know how it was for him during that year.
In one letter, I couldn’t help but smile and even chuckle because he met a girl whom he was smitten with. I wonder whether he could have imagined that I would read these letters one day.
Family time capsules like these exist, some still waiting to be found in attics, closets, etc, each preserving a special history. These are among the most precious gifts I ever could imagine one generation passing to another.
Reading the letters was bittersweet. It’s amazing how life plays out, because not too long after he reunited with his family, he met my mother. 😀
We miss you Dad. ❤️