2 Letters

I'm not much of a letter-writer but today is semi-special so I'm writing 2 very short, personal notes to 2 very remarkable women with the hope that somehow, somewhere, they'll read it.

Note 1:

Dear Delia,

It's Deliamas Eve, or at least, that's what I'm calling today because tomorrow is the big premiere of your 2-hour special. Good or bad, Delia, it is YOUR show. Maybe next year, we can have a special on the 1-year anniversary of your special...

I know it's going to be a good documentary, because you "put your heart and soul into it" (according to Daryn). And after tomorrow, you'd probably get tons of emails from people who either liked it or hated it but would command your attention nevertheless. So I'm writing you this note now before your mailbox gets crowded: Go get 'em, Delia. You are awesome but we have known that for a while. And now it's the rest of the world's turn.

Accolades or not, you'd probably be overwhelmed for a while. Or maybe not, I don't know. I just ask this of you: please do not forget me.

Your humble blogger
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Note 2:

Dear Terri,

Happy Birthday in Heaven! I know you are having a blast but probably still heartbroken that the people you loved here on earth cannot seem to let go of you and let go of their animosity. You know, whenever I miss my mother, I ask myself: would mom rather be anywhere else than where she is right now? And then I calm down and take solace in the thought that the answer is most likely NO. I bet you'd never want to be anywhere else either, would you?

Inasmuch as my naturally cynical nature questions it, I believe they really did love you - your parents, brother and sister, and husband. I'll let you in on a secret: my father and my siblings and I also had to make a similar decision as regards my mother: no tracheotomy, no ICU, no ventilators. And strange as it may sound, an overwhelming peace accompanied the extreme pain we felt; maybe that dichotomy comes only with letting go and letting God. Besides, we all knew that nobody could EVER love mom within a fraction of how much God does. Not even us, who loved her more than anything in the world.

Sorry if I made fun of you - it's not really you but the absurdity that surrounded you. Rest in peace, Terri.

German Shepherd


Keywords: Delia Gallagher