Love reading this Lyndsay. Having done this for my two sons, now 43 and 46, I’ve updated them throughout the years. In their trunks with all of the stuff I’ve saved is still another letter to each of them telling them of the joy I’ve had being their mom. Your children are very lucky to have you for their mom. You are an inspiration.
No, they don’t know. I’ve talked about death and dying my whole life. I’ll never understand people’s reluctance to speak about something so important and inevitable. I’ve mailed my instructions on my service and asked if THEY want a wake, as for me, I’m gone. So much goes unsaid throughout our lives, as if not talking about it will keep it at bay.
I tell my boys, as they’ll always be that to me, all the time how much I love them, but I want pen to paper for them to hold and go back to when I’m gone; to physically see when I can’t be here to say it myself.
You write about deep feelings and thought provoking subjects Lyndsay. You get people pondering ideas and ways of seeing things. And you are funny and light too. I really enjoy reading what’s going on in your lovely mind. Thank you!
Beautiful article. When did you ever become so wise and loving.
I’d say you had something to do with it 😘
Love reading this Lyndsay. Having done this for my two sons, now 43 and 46, I’ve updated them throughout the years. In their trunks with all of the stuff I’ve saved is still another letter to each of them telling them of the joy I’ve had being their mom. Your children are very lucky to have you for their mom. You are an inspiration.
I love this so much, Robin. Do they know about the letters? Or have you kept it to yourself all this time? (And thank you for the kind words ♥️)
No, they don’t know. I’ve talked about death and dying my whole life. I’ll never understand people’s reluctance to speak about something so important and inevitable. I’ve mailed my instructions on my service and asked if THEY want a wake, as for me, I’m gone. So much goes unsaid throughout our lives, as if not talking about it will keep it at bay.
I tell my boys, as they’ll always be that to me, all the time how much I love them, but I want pen to paper for them to hold and go back to when I’m gone; to physically see when I can’t be here to say it myself.
You write about deep feelings and thought provoking subjects Lyndsay. You get people pondering ideas and ways of seeing things. And you are funny and light too. I really enjoy reading what’s going on in your lovely mind. Thank you!