Why are things hidden from us? I never knew that John carried around 2 love letters that I wrote him until I went through his work bag this past week. I saw tear stains on them. And I wondered if he had cried reading them when we were going through rough times.
My face went red reading the words I wrote. They were so raw with emotion and love. I wish he would have told me how much they meant to him. I guess he did by me finding them. But I would have cherished that fact while he was alive, that he carried those with him everyday.
The pages were creased and battered from him opening them and reading them again and again.
I miss him so much
xoxo Nita
4 comments:
Hello Nita, Thanks for stopping by my blog. I have read yours and appreciate your honesty. We are all here to help one another. Your music is wonderful. I also lean on music to uplift, console, and inspire. Blessings to you.
that's so sweet that he had your letters in his bag! I'm sure that made you so happy to see how much he treasured them.
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I think thats so sweet, he had intended for you to find those love letters when you did, he's given them back to you from him now, I believe this... I love you sweetie
xoxoxoxox
Annette
So precious. It's even more precious that he didn't tell you he carried them around... If he had told you, you wouldn't have had this wonderful bittersweet moment.
Mine had sent me several letters to Italy while I was spending a week there. They were forwarded to me and arrived after his death. It took me months to open them, but I clung to them as if they were letters from beyond the grave.
xoxo and love.
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