Well, another week down. I've already written my letters for week 6, but won't post about that until next week. Trying to keep a week ahead.
In week 5, I sent letters to a few family members. Vicki and Tom, Nicci and Jason--just nice, short letters. I sent another story to my nephews. Bowling for Asians. Read it here. It's a dandy. Of course, I edited it.
From my sneak peek into this week, I posted this last week:
I wrote Emily a letter telling her how proud of her I am regarding work
and a letter to Tara with things I will and will not miss about her
living with us. Last night, they said to me "aren't you supposed to
write 365 different letters to 365 different people?" My response: I
made the rules. I will write repeat letters. I already posted about that
and I feel that some people deserve more than one letter. Suck it
I wrote an old friend, Katie, a letter, letting her know that although we don't speak often, I think about her and her family.
I also wrote my dear friend Jason a letter for his 30th birthday, and it was my favorite letter of the week. I wrote that since he's turning 30, certain things might happen. He might go bald, he might finally come out and NOT surprise anyone, he might get drunk after a few beers, he might find himself in a sexless relationship that resembles marriage. At the end I said, oh shit. This all happened in your 20's. SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOORRRRRYYY.
The best letter I wrote all week (not the most fun, but the best) was to the family of Leanna Kossack. Leanna was a 17-year old girl from my hometown who was diagnosed in October with a rare form of cancer. According to her FB page (I recommend checking it out if you're in the mood for inspiration, or if you're feeling sorry for yourself) she fought the disease with everything she had. Only 17 years old and she's one of the strongest people I've ever heard about. She was an amazing young woman and had family and friends who loved her dearly. Unfortunately, Leanna lost her battle with cancer on 28 January 2013. I wrote a simple letter of condolences to her family; whether they ever read it or not, that's their decision. But it's out there. At the end of the day, this family is from my hometown and we stick together, whether we know each other or not. I keep this family in my thoughts, and I hope anyone who has heard or read about this story does as well.
Sneak peek into next week:
I wrote my 50th letter, reaching a milestone. Who received it? Tune in next week!!!
Since I know everyone loves a good photobomb, me in particular (I try to photobomb my own pictures), I saw this and thought it was probably one of the best photobombs I've ever seen.