Do Not Return to Sender

“I feel the same way. ” Love, Kate

“See you at the cathedral steps.” Love, Kate

“Bring my friend back. The old Acey who is always laughing and opening up. I miss her.” Hurting, Kate

“How is your seatmate doing? Does he still look cute? Tell him I said hi. P.S. My seatmate also looks good today. Do I say hi for you too?” Always, Kate the Great

 

I have a bag full of letters and stick-on notes from Kate. I haven’t thrown a single sheet ever, and it has been 15 years ago when we started exchanging messages way back Freshmen year in high school.

She is one great person (apart from my father) who woke up my muse and motivated me to spill my thoughts on ink. She edited my work, introduced smart phrases for me to use and even put a smiley on her favorites among my works.

We exchanged short notes about the littlest interesting highlights of our day, the one-minute heaven with our crush, the creeps and annoyance from random people, and just about anything that are not even pertinent to share. We also wrote each other long letters and I remembered her calling one of mine as “Acey’s Chronicles.” In our long letters, we pour out our frustrations in life, questions to God, juvenile emotions and heartaches towards each other.

She was my high school best friend. She will always be my one great friend. Best friends forever.

I have considered growing up and putting away dust-gatherers from my place for a number of times, together with high school workbooks and college notes and stuff, but I ended up reading again letters from Kate and packing them in another box or bag until the time I would have to clean up closets again…

Kate died after battling with cancer some ten years ago. There are still times when I wished a single note from her would be posted on the door like she always did before. A note from Kate might perhaps help me get through a horrible Monday, or tame me from a wrestle with deadlines, or delight me a midst parenting woes. But now letters are all I have-each a story to inspire and a friendly advice to heed, for the rest of my life with her simply looking down on me from the skies…

 

I miss you, Kate.

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Author: Acey

I bleed coffee.

7 thoughts on “Do Not Return to Sender”

  1. Aw. At least you have your sticky notes. I feel your pain. I lost my lifelong best friend to cancer 2 1/2 years ago. She inspired me to start my blog and I’ve written several posts about her. I hope that writing about Kate has helped you the way writing has helped me. I’m sorry for your loss and best wishes to you.

    1. I am beginning to think that it was Kate who woke up my muse again. I have not been giving writing some time for years now because I am always too busy with work and kids at home. Losing Kate is a sad story but I am just happy to have lots of fond memories of her. I tell stories about her all the time to my daughter whom I have named after her. I am sad about your loss too but I am excited to read your posts in your blog. Thanks!

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