A Letter to my Aunt Cathy (#7)
And yes, I spoke to her before publishing this.
My Aunt Cathy didn’t clearly say yes about posting this. Instead she reminded me that she trusted me and placed it in my hands. But to mail her the letter right away, because she wants to hold and feel the paper, as she is old-fashioned. I told her I understand.
Southworth paper with typewriting on it IS awesome, so I will be mailing this letter out first thing, express mail through DHL so I am guaranteed it will make it, otherwise it’s more like a 50/50 chance it will arrive a few months later from Mexico and likely will have been opened by folks looking for money. You see, this Southworth paper is so thick it could be mistaken for crisp bills, and I get it—I just don’t know why mail couriers have to mess with other people’s mail. When it is their job to prevent that from happening. Some things I will never understand about Mexico that make me love it even more. Love-hate, kind of thing. So it will be sent via DHL to avoid this entire fiasco.
Aunt Cathy — I know you are there watching your grandson’s football game tonight, because of sheer will and determination, and you shall be comfortable, and with energy, and taking it all in for what it is, which is joy, with your family.
Love you so much.
Your nephew Billy,