I am writing to you on this beautiful Sunday, the 14th of November, 2010. It is 10:33am and the sky is clear.
At the moment, you both are in the reading room watching a movie on the laptop. I’m sure in the future laptops are a thing of the past.
So I know you’re asking why I wrote you this and many others letters to come. It’s because my mother died very young: Your grandmother was only 48. She was a loving mom but I never got took time to get to know her. She was busy being a mom; I was busy being a son. I never asked her about her childhood, what her favorite things were or anything and then she was gone.
My mother didn’t leave a lot of memories behind, save a few words she wrote in the back of her bible.
By the time you both were born, I could only share what I remember as a child about your grandmother which wasn’t much. I decided to write letters to you and your children and your children’s children so you all would have an idea how I thought, how I lived my life and how I loved all of you.
I would like to end this letter by telling you that I love you both and always build your house with wisdom. It carries your soul.