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I have an aunt who's fighting hard to kick Cancer's butt and send it home crying to its mother. She became my aunt when I married Dan 4 years ago and I instantly loved her. She just felt like my family. She is an encourager, a finder-outer, someone who wants to know everything that's going on in your life and make you feel special - minus the sugar shock often associated with such people. Her killer sense of humor also helps.
Tonight I checked my cell phone messages while grocery shopping and there was a message from Aunt J, congratulating me on the success of my blog and telling me how proud she is that I am part of the family. She told me how much she loves me and how proud she has always been of me. To have a woman like her leave me that kind of a message brought tears to my eyes, in the grocery store. I guess she's trying to send me home crying to my mother too.
I will never delete that message.
I have a few messages that have touched me in that way and I have saved them until a move or job-change has forced me to erase my entire inbox.
It got me thinking about all the talking, emailing and instant messaging I do every day. I send letters and thank-you notes by snail-mail as well. Words, words and more words are constantly spewing forth from the DYM.
I want to leave more messages that won't ever be erased.