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Memories in the mail …..

In the haze of pain that comes with losing my father, I often selfishly forget that others lost him too. He was not only a father and a husband, but a friend. A friend that touched lives long before I was even on this earth. I am thankful for the times that I am reminded of that. Today was one of those days. Upon checking the mail, I came across this ……

Inside was a letter from a childhood friend of my father’s. I won’t put her name here in order to respect her privacy, but I will put the text of her letter here, and I think that explains it all…..

February 23, 2010

Dear Kim,

I want to introduce myself to you although we did meet once several years ago when you were living in Poplarville. I knew your father through all of our “growing up” years but somehow life just takes friends in a different direction and we lose touch.

When Billy’s father got out of the service, he joined Louise and Billy at Gaggie’s house in Poplarville. Big Bill, Louise and Billy then moved to Africa. Billy and I lived across the street from each other, started first grade together, and he moved to Africa for a short time and then returned to live with his grandmother because of the school situation in Africa.

So, during those many years we were just such good friends, like boyfriend / girlfriend, and also very close to all the other children in our neighborhood. We did get to the age of dating but then we just returned to being “good friends” and nothing closer. Actually, about the 6th grade, a new, good-looking girl moved to Poplarville, All the boys my age just went bananas over her and your dad even paid a mutual friend $.50 to sit by me at the movie so he could walk down the aisle, look at me sitting by someone else and then announce we were “breaking up!” It was all such an innocent wonderful age and town to grow up in and your dad was very much a good friend and great guy.

During one of those innocent years, about the second grade, Billy gave me the enclosed pin. He said it was an emblem that was on his dad’s uniform while he was in the Navy. You know how you keep things, old jewelry and things that just get “shelved” somewhere, and then suddenly they just appear. During Katrina our house flooded and many items were just boxed away to be looked at later. About four or five months ago I was going through an old jewelry box and other “stuff” we rescued after the storm but did not have time to address. There in the box was the Navy pin Billy had given me 60-something years ago !!! I heard that he was not well and I started trying to find someone who knew where he was living. I asked my sister, who had moved back to Poplarville to find me an address. Intuition should never be ignored but again, I left it up to someone else to find Billy’s address for me instead of actively searching. Within a few weeks, my sister to called to say that Billy had died.

My biggest regret is that we did not get to touch base again and that he did not get to see his dad’s pin. AND, once again, I asked my sister to get your address for me, so I am a little belated in expressing my sympathy to you in the loss of your father. He was a fun, handsome guy and a long-ago great friend!

Forgive my lengthy letter but I wanted to tell you how this pin had made the round through several states, through several hurricanes and now to you.



To her I say thank you, your letter means so very much to me and I am sure to my mother as well. It invoked memories of the town my father and I were both lucky enough to call home, and cemented another precious memory of him in my mind and heart. The pin that you included was shared by my father and grandfather, and will now be mine, and I will treasure it forever. There are no words to express what your simple act of a kindness has meant to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Happy Birthday …..

Happy Birthday Gregory Mann ….. I miss you every moment, and I will love you forever.


He is Dead…..


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

— W.H. Auden

Kim
Just a cajun gulf coast girl trying to wade through widowhood with the help of two terriers, chocolate and lots of wine. Always on the lookout for a little lagniappe.
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