“What is Life without Love? It’s like a tree without blossoms and fruit.”
Kahlil Gibran
Monday, July 24, 2023
Welcome to our collaborative series where Gen (Genevieve) and Francis (both Medium writers) become companions of the written word. Through these intimate letters, we embark on a poignant voyage, sharing our innermost thoughts, cherished experiences, and profound discoveries. As pen pals navigating the digital landscape, we weave together the threads of our lives, exploring the depths of both profound and everyday subjects. Each letter offers you a glimpse into our worlds, an open invitation to join us in forging connections and engaging in contemplation. Come, embark on this journey of shared expressions, as we unravel the captivating intricacies of friendship and the enduring power found within the written word. Here is our last correspondence, which I am responding to.
August 16, 2023 1700 Wasilla, Alaska
Dear Francis,
Your letter feels like a time when I used to run to the mailbox soon after the postman delivered the mail. We didn’t have email back then, I had a strict grandmother growing up, and she would try everything she could to get to that mailbox before I did, to the point of having the neighbors keep a watchful eye. I swear she bribed them, just to grab any letters addressed to me. My grandmother would read them and then burn them, and I would never know anything about them. She was very driven to ensure her granddaughter was matched with the very best bloodline, if suitors did not qualify, she would ensure our paths would never cross.
That was until I ran away from home—ok, that’s another story I need to write.
So every letter you send me feels like a mad dash to read because someone will get to it before me. Is that hilarious?
So you see how elated I am about receiving a letter addressed to me. Very much like Natalie’s exuberance! I too, very much enjoy all your adventures!
