Dead Letter Mail

the evening was a beautiful blue when i got home from my workday i went to the mailbox, retrieved a pile and quickly perused the stack i saw it quickly and was surprised, my brother got a "handwritten note" no return address, i noted, yet it all returned, flooding back to me, the pain, the grief, the gladness, all the stages of grief and life. i held it up to the light, to candle it, like a fresh egg from an older time it was, as i suspected, a sales promo, for foundation repair or perhaps for whole life insurance, or some equally ironic useless instrument as, my brother has been dead for many years. i smiled, after the startle had subsided, knowing, remembering, how my brother would have reacted, with a wry comment, and perhaps a joke about always hoping he'd leave a forwarding address. i got to thinking...do the dead, just like us, long for a note, a letter, some quickly dashed off postcard? "Having a time of it here, wish we could talk.". perhaps, a little something with cologne-sprayed paper, or a glittered envelope, or more my siblings style, with some hot habanero, or heritage cantaloupe seeds inside. - just a quick note that says "You are remembered, and missed". {looking up} "i'd like a fifty-cent postcard, and a book of forever stamps please." © Goode Guy 2013-05-13