After my Mom died, I had to clean out the contents of my parent’s house, where they lived for 50 years. Inside their cool Jetson-like mid-century modern cabinet was a time capsule of the wonderful life my parents had together, and the beautiful childhood I had. Life sure is short.
My Mom kept everything that had to do with love or family—letters and photos from her mother, brother, two sisters, and pictures of my brother and me at every age. She saved wedding invitations, baby announcements, baby and kid pictures of my cousins, a pic of my brother on Santa’s lap where he is sarcastically lifting his lip like Elvis, pics on vacation of my brother and I lifting up gigantic boulders made of styrofoam at Universal Studios in Los Angeles... This is before people looked at their Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and Tik Tok to see what their family members were doing.
But what touched my heart the most were the love letters I found that my Dad sent to my Mom shortly after they met. The letters chronicled his attempts at wooing her from afar.
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