Today was an interesting day at work. I polished silver for almost 4 hours, but the few seconds that I didn’t were the most important.
I read a letter today, written by parents to send out to everyone they knew (1,000 copies needed). It was to thank them for all of their help, a year after their sons death. That was a painful letter to read – all of the parents emotions were right on that page, their hearts spilled on paper.
I also helped a lady pick out an invitation for a tea party. But this tea party was different. 3 years ago, her friend passed away. What her friend was known for was her yearly tea parties, so as she slowly dead (I think it was cancer), she passed her tea pots, cups, and her legend to the women.
I loved talking to this particular women. Even though these parties are somewhat sad, they are out of respect to her friend. We talked about what teas she would choose, the silverware passed down to her.
I hope that whenever I pass away, I’ll have touched people so deeply that they want to do what they can to keep my memory living on.
