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Today I got a most beautiful, touching letter in the mail. I knew the family name and address written up in the left corner of the envelope; one of my blog readers, but one I had not heard from in a long time. As soon as I got indoors I opened the letter, looking forward to read my friend´s news.
Though, the letter was not from my blog reader at all, but from her husband:
This is a note from M... I am sorry to report that C... passed away on.....
The letter continued with a most heartly tribute to his wife through 54 1/2 years.....She was my all. She was my boss right up to the end. She was my wisdom, my ears, my eyes (when driving), my memory and my love...........and then the most touching part: She spent 49 days with hospice at home. I believe she was still trying to whip me into shape......on the 49th day, the Lord said to C..., I gave you an extra 7 weeks to work on M... You have been trying for 54 1/2 years, it is time to come home. She said: yes Lord, may be he is hopeless, but I love him!
At the end of the typed letter was a handwritten note just for me:
Dear Britt.
C... enjoyed your blog and the contact that she had with you. She would keep me updated and share your pictures with me. Thank you for being her friend. M...
This blog post was meant to be continued with a few other tales regarding blogging. But I am not able to continue right now, so I will let the other tales wait and instead reread M....´s letter, look at the photos he has added and also a copy of the program from C....´s memorial service. With the song There Will be a Day by Jeremy Camp.
The real life of blogging
I don´t know if you ever see this post M..., but I will write you a letter to let you know what your words mean to me.
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