At this moment, thousands of senior citizens are checking their clocks and waiting for the mail in every city, state, and country. My mom and your mom wait for mail. My aunt Bobbie and your aunt Lou wait for mail. My dad and your dad wait for mail. They wait for something to break the monotony of a long day, something to bring news of the ones they love, something to connect them to the bigger world, something to show they’re remembered. The very best thing to find is personal mail—mail with their name on it written in a known hand, preferably the hand of someone they love and someone who loves them. At this very moment, around the world, they are waiting and hoping.
And then it comes! It might be in a mail truck or delivered on foot by George the friendly postman. It might come to the little white box right by the door or to the big silver box out by the road or to the lobby of the apartment building. It might come early or late. But finally it does come. And that’s a big moment. For some, including my mom, the anticipation, the journey, and the arrival of the mail can be the biggest event of the day. What will it be? What’s new in the world? And the biggest question of all: does anybody remember me? Is anybody thinking about me? Does anybody love me?
With that question in mind, they open the box, sometimes slowly to savor the moment. “Maybe there will be a card or a letter or a picture. I hope there’s a picture. Just maybe,” they think day after day. “Maybe today.”
Please take a moment to consider whether someone is waiting for mail from you today. Sending a note just takes a minute. And for tips on making it easy, see Getting Started on www.makemomhappybymail.com
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