Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Forwards...

I love to get email. However, if I have to scroll down more than once to read something, I usually don't. I love to hear from people, family, friends, someone that wants to be my friend, ha, it doesn't really matter. I love to hear from people. Like I said in a previous post, most people don't use email like we use to write letters. That's okay I guess, at least I know I'm being thought about when I get forwards like the one I'm about to show you. It is heartwarming. There is a lesson to be learned. Here it is verbatim:


"This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service."


"Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith.

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, “To Meredith,” in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, “When a Pet Dies”. Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love,God"

Whether this is a true story or not, I love it. To think someone might actually take the time to read and respond, melts my heart. Who knows, maybe Mr. Rogers really sells his book in Heaven.

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A moment to brag about my mom. You've seen her, she's beautiful, fun, and very good to me and the hubby. She made me a sugar free Strawberry Pie. It's WONDERFUL. I'm eating a piece as I type. I have never, ever had strawberry pie until about 2 years ago. I love strawberries and certain types of pie, but I couldn't imagine a strawberry anyway other than naked with seeds. Okay, I was wrong. Wrong for 37 years. If a peach is good in a pie, why wouldn't strawberries? I never said I was a fast learner...

5 comments:

April said...

I have seen this email and it touches my heart every time that I see it. I would like to see the recipe for the sugar free strawberry pie. I have type 2 diabetes, so I am always looking for good recipes. Oh, and I love the song playing on your blog!

carolyn at cranberry crossings: said...

Awwwwwwww, what a wonderful story! I just have to believe that it is true! Very touching!

About the "onion" thing, I am also allergic to sulpher, and the juice of an onion is a type od sulphuric acid (or so I'm told). Cooking the onion evaporates the juice, so once it is cooked, it no longer affects me. Sometimes I have to leave the room while they are cooking though! It is hard to chop an onion too, I have to almost freeze it solid (about halfway)to keep the juices from escaping while I chop it. It works too! I never cry while chopping onions after learning this trick.

KATHY OF SWEETHOME GARDENS said...

That is such a sweet letter....we get sooo attached to our animals.
Kathy

Antique or Not said...

Doggone it, Lisa, I was sitting here reading your post with a customer in the shop. I started sniffling and trying to pretend I just had a cold. That was so touching; thanks for sharing it with us.

Pam

black eyed susans kitchen said...

Hard to believe, but I have never seen that email ( and I thought that I had seen them all). Thanks for printing it...it kinda made my day. Susan