As I write this letter, I’m in a state of uncertainty. I’m grieving the loss of my Walter and am
just a shell right now. Knowing that I need
to move forward, but don’t yet have the energy or will to dream, feel and redefine
who I am. It will come in time.
I’m writing you this letter in hopes that my wisdom,
experiences and regrets have shaped my future in a positive light. I assure you I am trying to realize my capabilities
and celebrate my successes so that the next thirty years are lived to their fullest
– filled with confidence, happiness and stability.
There are a number of things I hope you’ve accomplished over
the years. I hope that you’ve remembered
to see beauty around you, that you’ve celebrated and shared it – be it by word,
pen or paint. I hope that you’ve forgiven
those who’ve held you back, caused you pain or sadness – most importantly yourself.
I hope that you’ve learned to see yourself through the eyes of those who love
you – and truly see your beauty and accept your imperfections, both which define
you.
When you look in the mirror, I hope you like the image
looking back at you – that you accept her and love her. That you love every wrinkle, every scar. That you’re not so critical of the shape of
your figure, of rolls, of excess weight or saggy breasts and you’re happy with
your grandma’s arms. I hope that you’ve
embraced the woman you are wholly, completely, being thankful for that very
vessel that carried you through eighty years of heartaches and happiness; childbirth
and challenges; adventures and experiences.
I hope that you’ve traveled, challenged yourself to try new things. That you’ve kept healthy, mentally, spiritually
and physically. I hope you’ve found drive and desire to be a force, to lead a
fulfilling life. I assure you that you
deserve to enjoy every moment. Always
continue to be grateful, humble and happy.
Love your 50 year old
you
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