I often think of my friends or family and wonder what they’re up to, or remember to tell them something.  Distance is nothing these days – all it takes is a text or a call. 

But my phone is out of reach, I’m in the middle of something and I can’t immediately do it,  and I forget.

I’m going to try and stop. Stop what I’m doing and say it immediately.  

Hi. How are you? Are you OK?  Was today a good day?  If I don’t ask, you may not have the time to tell me of your own volition.  

So here it is. I miss you and wish you were here. 

Well, not right this minute – I’ve got a cold and I’m bunged up and snotty. But I read an article I’d love to share and I watched an interview on the lost art of letter writing.  

I love letters.  I found some you wrote to me from Rhodes and they’re a wonderful glimpse into a life at a specific time.  

I’m going to try and keep up my letters to you. It’s a form of diary too I suppose. And it’s selfish too. Writing is important to me – and I’m hoping this helps me to feel closer to you and inspires my life further. Much love xx

https://onemillionlovelyletters.com/

since we last wrote. Years have flown by and places and people have changed. I have nieces and nephews and a new home.

And yet I’m still so far from you and miss you every day. 

The kiln is cooling down and I wish you were here to open it with me. 

These date back at least 20 years. I wonder if they’ve survived the firing? I found them carefully packaged in boxes full of memories. 

I know you don’t have time or head space to write at the moment,  but I’m going to try and keep it up – and when you can, drop me a line or two… Love always x