One of the birthday presents I received was a short story written just for me. The words were just for me. He said I had inspired him to start writing again, he had let it go by the wayside after his college days. He gave it to me in a beautifully wrapped box. I didn't want to read it in front of him. I wanted to take it home and read it all alone. It was the right decision. It brought tears to my eyes, it warmed my heart. I read and re-read. I loved the character, I loved the geese flying in their V formation.
Are there any befitting words to thank someone for spending a part of their life, delving into the deepest part of their soul and creating something just for you? Like I said, after I read it I was wordless.
But I do hope he knows how honored I am to receive such a gift. It is in my box of life's greatest treasures. I will read it often.
It was the verse "and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."
"I never perceived that verse to be making love in the sexual sense, but in the spiritual sense. In other words at the end of your life, the amount of love you leave this earth with, or take with you, is in direct proportion to the love you were capable of having with other people who had the capacity to love. It sounds like a mouthful, but thinking about it, it is a very simple concept."
Thank you Peter Vattiat for being who you are and for remembering Sweet Tibbie Dunbar.
You make me want to be a better person. You are my friend and I love you.
You are so very welcome. Sometimes a gift is given and there is a hope that comes attached; that the intention and feeling which is being expressed is perceived. Your appreciation and acknowledgement has far exceeded my hopes. You are my friend and that is a good thing to be able to say.
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