He is going to New Hampshire. He will be flying back and forth during the week until the end of this semester. After that ….??? This is the first relationship I have ever been in that scares me. Its good, its really good, and now its going to change. He did tell me “that if it doesnt work it wont be for lack of trying” which makes me feel a little better. He is willing to put the work in, just like he does with everything else in his life. This one, this one could be a keeper.
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.
A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’
Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.
Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.
Love,
GodGod bless the person who did this, they are a truly wonderful person. We need more people like this in the world.
Thats the sweetest thing I have ever heard.
(via rachell)
Britnee hates it. Whatever…
God knows I hate that shit. I have moved seats in theaters, I have called out strangers, I have stabbed my younger brother in the hand with a fork…
Unless it’s crunching on something crunchy - there is no excuse for smacking, slurping, whatever. UGHAGAKNMGSKGMAGSDDG I WANT TO PUNCH SOMETHING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT
I can not express how much I DETEST listening to people eat.
I think I’m going to the store. If I go I’m getting cheap cough medicine, Tylenol, ice cream, and cheesecake. Maybe I’ll try to convince some guy to buy me a bottle of Jack. Now analyze my life.
I just read that and thought “Eh, doesnt sound like such a bad Friday night” …Im in no position to analyze anything.
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