Many treasures were recently uncovered as my daughter and I excavated
boxes from my Mom's house;
Pictures of family who's stories came to the surface of my mind upon seeing them
Mother's Day cards from a certain little tea priestess and her siblings
Cards from my father to my mother when he was stationed in Korea
in the early 60s before they were married.
Yesterday, we found the most amazing treasure yet
a letter Mom wrote as a young newlywed to her mother shortly after her wedding
expressing her gratitude, love and hopes for the future of the relationship between them.
Grandma had saved the letters, encasing them in contact paper to preserve them.
How amazing to find this slice of personal history so lovingly saved!
My daughter sat enraptured as I read the letter to her.
"It's almost like I can hear Grandmere's voice and Great Grandma too.", she said, "They must have been close...like we are."
"Yes they were" I said, silently thanking my mom and grandma for modeling
a healthy mother/daughter relationship.
And I think that's the important thing about our stories.
It keeps our loved ones memories fresh in our minds.
We gift them a high honor by acknowledging the part they play in our
DNA when we share those stories.
We send a message to them that they mattered.
Even if it's only to us personally,their lives mattered and they are remembered.
And what is remembered lives.
To be remembered long after I'm gone, I want that for my children and for myself.
My essence will remain in the volumes of journal writings which will
give a deeper look at who I was with the future children of my bloodline
and future Goddess honoring women too.
As I finish my tea this morning, I think I'll write a letter for my children to read
after I've joined our ancestors.
Then they can be ancestor archeologists too.
How about you, dear one?
What will you leave behind