Handwritten

I was talking with some friends today, and I remembered how special something was to me that my brother gave me….not just because of the words he had written (which did mean the world to me) but because it was in his very own handwriting.  It was like receiving a part of him physically….like a touch…a hug.   This is even that much more special to me because he died fourteen years ago.  I loved him so much and cherish the three physical things that I have left to remember him by….

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a picture (that my mom took of us when I was about five or six)

a card (that he got for me the Mother’s Day before he died)

a written letter (of words of wisdom during a very tough time in my life)

While I think the words would mean just as much to me even if he had typed them, I love that I feel like I still physically have a little piece of him with me because it was handwritten.

I know so many diaries are typed and published, but I think when the person means something to you that handwritten adds something very special.

Now, personally, I have a problem with this…because I think my handwriting sucks.  And this is absolutely silly.  My brother didn’t have the best handwriting in the world, but I LOVE it because it was his…it was a part of him.

Now, my second problem with this is that I hate to write…lol I’m too much of a perfectionist and think too fast for handwriting. So, in our age of technology, I am thinking that I saw somewhere where you could turn your handwriting into a font. I’m not sure if this would be the same or not, though. I think it would be better than typing…just not sure if it would be as good as handwritten.

I wonder when they say “the lost art of letter writing” do they mean handwritten?  After all, we still write…probably now more than ever with e-mail and the internet, so I would assume they mean handwritten letters. Isn’t that interesting that it is referred to as an art?

Just for posterity….lol

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About Extraordinary in the Ordinary

I am a professional photographer who lives and works from her heart. My goal is always and in everything to be better today than I was yesterday. I’m an ordinary person dealing with what I like to believe are ordinary issues, but in all the ordinary days, I want to live an extraordinary life. I am the mom to two grown sons, and there has been nothing I have loved more than being their mom and being home with them. And while you are always a mom, there is a certain part of that time in my life that is over now that they are grown. I miss hearing them play and having them with me all the time and having all their friends over, but it is time to move to the next stage of life or at least trying to figure out what that is. I am making a list of personal goals, connecting with friends, and still nesting even though the children are grown. I think I will always be a "nester". Home is where the heart is. I love home and love making it a healing place of peace and comfort.