Saturday, April 17, 2010
Robert's Letters from Home
I received so many letters from my family when I was in college. This one (circa 2001) definitely stood out when I found it in my shoebox the other day. Robert writes:
"It's weird down here without you."
When I read those words, I couldn't help but laugh to myself. It is so ironic that we are in opposite positions now. I am the one at home, he is the one away. I am the one dealing with the "weirdness" of his absence.
"The other day I set a place for you at the table and a few days before I couldn't find you."
Ok, that part put a tear in my eye. I wish that my absence had not brought him pain (or confusion?)
"I also found myself humming a song you used to play."
Robert, every day I hum that darn Safety Dance song of yours.
"Peter [the parakeet] says fffttttssss (HI!) The bunny gives me a bite thats for you. Petey also sends a gift I do too."
The fact that he was looking for something in the house that was familiar to me was very sweet.
"P.S. The gifts are in the envelope."
This is an example of something I would not have to hold on to, if Facebook had been founded earlier. For some reason, I cannot see myself finding comfort while Robert is away, by just reading his social profile over and over. Not very personal. Through this letter, I can relate to his own sadness and apply it to my own, knowing that college eventually ended and I moved back home, and someday he will be back as well. Until then, thanks for the letter, brother. You'll never know how special they were to me when the pains of homesickness were sometimes overbearing. I only hope that I can start giving you the letters from home that you need to know that you are loved. Although I'm not sure that George-hair would make it past customs.