I've been working on a project this summer and decided that even though it isn't really a slice of life, I would share the beginning here. I would really love some feedback!
Letters
from Annie
February – Month 1
Jenna
I kept Annie’s letter in my purse all day. Today was the day that I was supposed to read
it. Her directions specifically said to
open it on the one month anniversary of her death.
I wasn’t sure I would be able to wait that long to open it
but now that the moment has arrived, I’m nervous. It feels like forever since I sat across the
table from her for our last “Saturday-morning-mom-break” coffee date and it
feels like yesterday that I said my last goodbye. I’m just as raw today as I was one month ago.
Time heals all wounds, they say. They just didn’t say it would take so long.
I had lain in bed with Annie’s letter on the pillow next to
me this morning. I had brought Annie’s
letter to work with me. I looked at the
envelope while I ate my lunch. I held it
as I sat in my car in my driveway. I
stood it up on the table while I ate dinner.
I guess I’m procrastinating out of fear; fear of what it might contain,
fear of the tears that are sure to come, fear of not having it to look forward
to anymore…my last new connection to her.
Now it was nearly bedtime and still I hadn’t read it. I put on my pajamas, poured myself a glass of
wine and curled up on the couch. It was
time. It couldn’t be delayed any
longer. I took a deep breath, said a
little prayer and carefully opened the envelope. My hands shook as I pulled out the pretty
purple paper. It was a beautiful,
handwritten letter.
After another deep breath, I began to read:
Dear Jenna,
Hello pretty
lady! I miss your face! I know it’s been a long month for you, for Ben,
for the kids. I’m sure you’ve checked in
on him because that is the kind of friend you are. I’m sure it’s been hard on both of you but
you need each other right now. Draw
together in times of need.
I ask you now to begin
a journey with me, our last journey together.
I have written you and Ben letters, one for each of you for each month
for one year after I am gone. You will
find a striped box on the shelf in my closet.
The letters for each of you are there.
Each month, on “my anniversary,” please read your next letter. I’m asking you to stick with it for one
year. Each month I will ask something of
you; something small but important.
Please know that I love you and miss you and our friendship. You will always be my best friend, my kindred
spirit.
Ok, enough mush for
now. Here is your mission, should you
choose to accept it (See? I still have a sense of humor!): Bring dinner to the
house and spend the evening reminiscing about when we all met, the first times
we spent together, etc. Lean on each
other. Ben needs someone to open up to,
to talk to and maybe even to cry with.
He’s a man’s man-he thinks he shouldn’t cry. Let him cry with you. He needs someone.
In my letter to Ben
this month, I told him that you would call him and ask to bring dinner
over. He will accept because I’ve asked
him to. I’m sure the conversation will
unfold easily around the dinner table.
After dinner, find the box of letter and discuss whether or not you will
take this journey together with me. I’m
asking for you to do this for one year, but (spoiler alert) I will give you the
option of opting out after a few months.
I hope you don’t do that but maybe knowing that will make it easier to
accept my mission???
Remember our favorite
book: “You is kind. You is smart. You is important”. I love you.
With all my heart,
Annie
The tears were streaming down my face as I folded the letter
carefully and placed it back in the envelope.
I put my head back, closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep,
completely spent. Of course I would do
anything she asked of me. I told her
that two years ago. “Any thing, any
time,” I had said and I had meant it.
Ben
I slept with her letter under my pillow. My sweet Annie, the love of my life. This day had been quietly taunting me. So many times I had held the letter to my
heart wanting nothing more than to rip it open and see her words, her
handwriting, to feel her again. Somehow,
I managed to wait. I would do anything
for her, even now that she’s gone.
Today is the day. It
was the first thought I had, even before my eyes opened. The question was when and where should I open
it? I’m still glad I took the day off
from work. I wanted to spend some time
with the letter. I wanted to spend some
time with Annie. And, suddenly I knew.
I dropped Zoey off at school and drove home. I gathered the letter, my coffee mug and
began walking. The cemetery was just
across the street. It felt so right to
know she was still near and it also felt so unfair to know she was so near and
not with us.
I walked easily to the shining stone and sat down on the
new, tender, green grass. Beloved wife
and mother indeed, I thought as I looked at the stone. I pulled the letter from my pocket and took a
deep breath. Carefully, I opened the
envelope and pulled out the blue paper.
Sweet Ben,
My love, my life, my
soul. I miss your smile, your beautiful
eyes, your laugh and your arms, my favorite place to be. I know this has been a hard month. I know you’ve had to be everything to
everyone and you have little left for yourself.
I’m so sorry. Remember that my love is all around you – in the kids, in
the house, in this letter, in your heart.
I ask you now to begin
a journey with me, our last journey together.
I have written you and Jenna letters, one for each of you for each month
for a year after I am gone. You will
find a striped box on the shelf in my closet.
The letters for each of you are there.
Each month, on “my anniversary,” please read your next letter. I’m asking you to stick with it for one
year. Each month I will ask something of
you; something small but important.
Please know that I love you more than anything. You will always be the other half of my
heart, my soul mate. Hugs and kisses, my love.
I’ve asked Jenna to
check on you. She will call you and
offer to bring you dinner. You can
decide to have the kids join you or not.
Spend time reminiscing about when we all met, how this friendship
developed, etc. Lean on each other. You can count on her, she’s safe, and she’s a
good friend. Let your guard down. You can cry on her shoulder. No, really.
Talk to each other and maybe even cry with each other. Remember that it’s been hard on her too. You need each other right now. Draw together in times of need.
In my letter to Jenna
this month, I told her that you would be expecting her to call. She will bring you dinner because I’ve asked
her to. Enjoy it together. The rest will unfold around the dinner
table. After dinner, find the box of
letters and discuss whether or not you will take this journey together with
me. I’m asking for you do this for one
year, but I give you the option of opting out after a few months. I hope you stick with it, but I understand if
you don’t. Maybe knowing that will help
you accept it now?
I love you to the moon
and back.
With all my love,
Annie
The wind blew soft on my cheeks as I sat there holding
Annie’s letter. I had noticed the striped box.
I stand in her closet every day…it still smells like her inside. Of course I will honor Annie’s wishes and
open each letter each month. I will do
whatever she asks of me. I would get her
the moon if that was what she wanted.
I’m not sure how long I sat there staring at the
letter. Finally, I decided to go home
and wait for Jenna’s call.
Your work is very creative and you had my interest with your post. I am a sucker for love stories if that is where this is going. Or even if not, I find it interesting that you're characterizing someone's death through the eyes of multiple characters. Ok, I am not a literary adviser or anything but I liked what you shared so far.
ReplyDeleteRobin...you drew me in completely and yep I am crying...that is my reaction. Keep trying to write a bit every day and see where it goes. That is what I'm trying to do too. Hard, hard with the kinders and your sweet fam., but I know you can do it. xo nanc
ReplyDeleteYou have a story to unfold from inside you. This is quite the interesting project you have started. I hope it brings you happiness.
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