A fed ex package from New York arrived for my daughter on Saturday. Luckily the driver waited for us to get home. The chances of him being able to actually deliver it to my door on the weekend are slim to none.
We opened a small package from my aunt in New York. She is the only one of five children left on my father's side. She mailed us her great-grandmother's ring and a picture of my grandmother at age 20 with the ring on her finger. I guess this makes it my great-great-grandmother's ring and my daughter's great great great grandmother's ring. It was a welcome surprise since my dad passed away when I was 21 and I haven't been to see that part of my family since my daughter was little. We exchange cards. They send Christmas cards and I send Happy Spring cards.
What I've learned in the years that have passed is that sometimes when someone in your family dies, you just don't lose that person, you lose part of your family too. The struggle is to rebuild it in a way that makes sense. It was nice, however, to recapture a small bit in the mail this weekend. A thank you note is on its way.