Postcards

My wife’s second cousin passed away Sunday. She had been sick for awhile, but it was sad to lose her.

While she battled cancer, my daughter and I sent her postcards. Typically, I would write a short message, and my daughter would draw a picture and write, “I love you!”

As we approached the funeral home this evening, my daughter observed that she didn’t really know what my wife’s second cousin looked like. She had moved to North Carolina when my daughter was three, and my daughter only knew her as the person she periodically wrote to.

I’m glad my daughter used her love of writing to be a blessing to someone. Last year, I got a call from my wife’s second cousin that told me she had put up my daughter’s card on her wall. My daughter’s writing made a difference in someone’s life. I hope she keeps it up.