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Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing to you from Heaven, and though it must appear a rather strange idea, I see everything from here. I just popped in to visit your stores to find a card, a card of love for my mother as this day is hard for her.
There must be some mistake, I thought. Every card you could imagine except I could not find a card from a child who lives in Heaven. She is still a mother, too, no matter where I reside. I had to leave, she understands, but oh, the tears she’s cried.
I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know that though I live in Heaven now, I still love my mother so. She talks with me and dreams with me; we still share laughter, too. Memories are our way of speaking now. Would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight. She writes poems to honor me, sometimes far into the night. She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells. She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see, Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth, I must find a way to remind her of her wondrous worth. She needs to be honored, and remembered too, just as the children of earth will do.
Thank you, Mr. Hallmark, I know you’ll do your best. I have done all I can do; to you, I’ll leave the rest. Find a way to tell her how much she means to me, until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity.
By Jody Seilheimer, TCF, South Shore Chapter, Hingham, MA.
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