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Why greeting cards?
My grandfather was a mailman.
Back in the day when those who worked for the postal service walked up and down the streets to deliver your mail, meandering through little garden paths and ivy-covered walkways, pondering the existence of everything. It might have been why he understood the significance of sending someone a note, letting them know you were thinking of them.
In his later years, whenever my mother would visit him,
my grandfather would send a note back with her to deliver to me. Sometimes the notes were written on tiny scraps of paper torn off of a worn notepad, and other times they were inscribed within greeting cards. The word “love” would be scrawled along the outside of the envelopes containing his little salutations, where flap met edge of folded paper.
To him, the only thing worth wishing for was love.
So he scribbled it religiously, as if the cursive ink itself, caressing crisp paper, held the power to gift it in someone’s life. He wrote all of his grandchildren, and his children too.
My grandfather shared with us all a simple truth so easily forgotten in our hurried world today: sometimes, it’s worth slowing down and scrawling a little note to let someone know you’re thinking of them. You never know when they’re going to need a gentle reminder that they are loved, after all.
