The Last Piece of Mail I Sent my Mom

a tale of sorting through buried treasures

The Last Piece of Mail I Sent my Mom

In the last four years of my Mom’s life, we were SLOWLY going through a bunch of her papers because I had to help her move things out of our family home. It was quite a process as I moved in with my son and husband in 2012 to an accumulation of over 35 years of STUFF.

My Mom was a sentimental Capricorn who didn’t like getting rid of stuff.

I didn’t know at the time how grateful I would be for that.

Sometime in September of 2017, I was sorting through a box of her papers in our storage area and I found a tattered manila envelope that was filled with cards from her 50th birthday. I found a card from her Dad that made me smile. I thought she’d like to see again.

This is the last piece of mail I sent my Mom:

The Backstory:

In the last few years of her Dad’s life, she let her Dad know it bothered her that he never told her he loved her. She knew he did and she wanted him to say it. She didn’t understand why he didn’t.

From then on, he made sure to tell her in person and wrote LOVE all over her cards. I was lucky enough to see her reaction LIVE when she opened up cards from him. She was so tickled by it.  He took what she said to heart!

The best part is that my Auntie Marilyn (her only sister) (my godmother) (my magic maker mentor!) was notorious for putting mylar confetti in all of her cards. Her cards were an EXPERIENCE.  She died of breast cancer when I was in high school and my grandpa saved some of her past card magic and put it in the card for my Mom. He wanted her to experience her magic again too.  In turn, as a grown-up, I got to experience the magic of my Aunt thanks to my grandpa…All thanks to my Mom who saved EVERYTHING.

What a gift!

I included the confetti in the mail I sent her.

I packed it up with a card of my own and sent it her way. I made sure to include LOVE. I didn’t say anything about it and waited. 

She got it. It made her day. She felt love from her Dad, sister, and daughter. She thanked me at our last meal together. She died a month later.

I found the card in one of her kitchen paper piles a few months after she died. I opened it up again and there was one piece of confetti left. 

Still magic!

What makes me really happy is that the postmark is October 2, 2017- it was my son Cooper’s 9th birthday. I didn’t realize it until later that he’s also included in the magic. 

It’s been hanging up on the wall in my office since.

My Mom has left these little easter eggs in my life and I’m ready to share more of her magic with you. There’s so much of it and I am so grateful she still has an important place in my life. 

This series will be part of the paid subscription content. Thank you so much for your support on this healing journey. Her magic continues to inspire me and I hope it does the same for you.

We’ll get to why she called herself Beverlily soon.

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