“Write it down” “Tell them how you feel” “Send them a letter” “It’s too seldom that people tell each other what they mean to one another”
I have only a few memories of my father that I look back on with pleasure and pride. From my earliest years if I told him a teacher had done something thoughtful he’d say, “Did you tell her thank you?” When a store clerk was especially helpful my dad would say “Get his name and write to his manager”. Helen, the crossing guard, should get a thank you at least once a year.
As a child this was , of course, a chore. But now it is a pleasure and a joy. And I’m lucky to have friends and loved ones who learned this lesson as well, so that I can be the recipient as well as the sender of such sentiments.
A few years ago, just a few years after our father died, my goofy older brother sent me something that he said was in honor of our dad.
The heart shaped wooden plaque reads: “I smile because you are my sister. I laugh because there’s nothing you can do about it”.
But I knew that he really meant “thanks for being my baby sister.” I knew too that he had likely heard a voice urging him “Tell her how you feel” “Send her something” “It’s too seldom people tell each other what they really mean to one another”.
When I look at this plaque I feel my brother’s love, and smile at his humor. And I feel pleasure and pride to have had a father who taught me this important lesson. This one’s for you Dad!