Three days before Christmas, Frank and Stella received a package originally mailed from New York…it had made a determined journey, repeatedly marked, “Forward To– ” .
One of the more unfortunate things they shared in common was that over time, each had become distanced from their families of origin—so, Stella’s eyes widened as Frank peered at it and said, “it’s from my sister”.
Frank and ‘Nan’ (the only sister, following 4 brothers) had been close, and as she and Stella were the same age, they’d been best friends for years; but after Stella and Frank married, they’d gradually lost touch as life took them in different directions.
“If I remember, you both enjoyed my special fruitcakes,” Nan wrote on the card inside the heavy holiday cake box; “I hope that’s still true, and that you’re well—I’d love for you to call me.”
Nan and her husband had lost their only child, ‘Mark’, to cancer before his 2nd birthday—a loss which nearly destroyed them; Frank’s brother-in-law had summoned him for support at the time…but afterward, their contact tapered off.
“Hello, Sis!” Frank spoke into the phone—“we got your fruitcake, Stella’s slicing it now—she wants to know how soon you and Tom can get here for a visit…oh, it’s good to hear your voice too, honey.”
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