Write a letter
Week thirty three in 'wake up'
For me writing a letter to reach out was back to where it all began in my Great Wake Up journey; Share the Love. Unlike the first experiment where I sat down with three people to ‘share the love’ and wrote my mum an e-mail this challenge was a bit harder!
I couldn’t really think of who to write to but out of the blue I thought of my auntie who emigrated to Canada in 1987. Since she departed these shores I’ve always thought our relationship has stalled. I’ve visited her once, a quarter of a century ago (wow, that’s sounds a long time ago). She has travelled back to the old country for different reasons since then but seeing as I moved away from Merseyside myself nearly twelve years ago our paths haven’t really crossed.
There was a tinge of sadness when I recalled how our relationship had naturally faded. What made it worse was the last time I saw her was at my Nan’s funeral early this year and the thoughts of how deeply sad my mum was that day cut through me. I had never seen my strong mum so weak before. Understandable when you think she lost her mum and best friend that day. It was at that point I decided to write my mum a letter too.
I thought long and hard about what to write and didn’t want to get bogged down with feelings of regrets. Furthermore the shadow of my Nan’s legacy was long. The last thing my auntie or mum needed from me was to recall those emotions from that day. So I decided to write a light hearted piece to them both, it free flowed. My mum’s letter was to be very light hearted telling her I still loved her and always would. I didn’t know how she put up with me, my dad and my brother and she was a wonderful mother – I couldn’t have wished for a better one and I think about her every day. My auntie’s letter would be taking the mickey out of myself and how I probably look aloof from some of my family but how I never forget my roots and how a cheeky kid who chose some bad decisions didn’t turn out too bad in the end, thanks probably to the genes of my mum’s side of the family (definitely not my dad’s, ahem).
This was a deep challenge for me but if the objective was to reach out and share more love I believe I succeeded. Furthermore the challenge forced me into addressing and fortifying my feelings towards a great mum and an auntie I lost due to her, her husband and their three young children starting a new and sanguine life that another country had to offer. They were brave to do what they did, missing out on the love from their kith and kin but in the end their new life was a great success – good luck to anyone brave enough to make bold decisions like that. I doff my cap.