"Grandma, I miss you so
much!" said Marcia, a tall, blonde eighteen year old, holding back her
tears. "Now, I am totally alone." Marcia
was having a difficult time coping with everything now, as the grandmother
who raised her had passed away following a lengthy illness. Her
parents had died in a car accident when she was just an infant. With no
brothers or sisters, she had no other family to turn to, at this time.
"I
can't believe this!" Marcia said, as she discovered a stack of
old letters written by her grandfather, many years ago. They were all
addressed to her grandmother. There were ten of them in total, still in their
original envelopes. Her grandmother had tied them together with a white,
lace ribbon, now faded and worn. "These
can't be for real!" she exclaimed, with salty tears streaming down her
face. But, they were. "They are ancient!"
Marcia's
grandmother had been almost ninety years of age. Just before she passed
away, she had handed Marcia the key to her trunk.
"Thank
you, Grandma," Marcia had said, accepting the key from her gnarled, frail hand. "I love you."
Marcia
knew that her grandmother would not live long, but she had no idea
what kind of treasures she might have collected over the years. She wondered
what she was going to find.
"Grandma,
your love letters were hidden in this shoe box at the bottom of your old,
wooden trunk in the attic for all of these years and you never told me?"
Marcia
smiled inwardly, as began to understand her grandmother's last words.
"After
I am gone, when you think about me, look at my treasures in the attic. They
will tell you about the wonderful life that I had with your grandfather. The
kind of love that we had for each other will live on forever. More importantly,
I want you to know that the values we had then are still alive today. Soon,
you will find someone to love and share your life with, too. Life can be
so wonderful, especially when you are with the right person.”
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