It has been 3 years since a good friend of ours passed away….Doug Rogers, 49 years old, had a heart attack. With Doug and his family on my mind the last week…it got me to thinking about memory letters and how precious they are to receive.
It was a Friday afternoon and Bryan and I were driving to Fredericksburg to stay for a couple of months. Doug, or BamBam as we called him, called Bryan just to chat and check on things. Bryan talked with him for a bit but we were having some truck troubles…we were pulling a 36ft 5th wheel and in long lines of “stop and go” traffic. We were afraid of breaking down and backing up traffic even more and decided to pull off the road to check it out…so Bryan said he would call him back later. That was the last time Bryan spoke to him….we got “the call” on Monday letting us know he had passed away. We couldn’t get the truck repaired in time…so we weren’t able to drive to Tulsa Oklahoma for his service…we called his folks to let them know. So I did the next best thing I could think of…something we thought his folks might like…I wrote a memory letter.
I told them how BamBam had just been at our house a few weeks earlier. He had come to visit and work on a rent house of ours that our son, Taylor, was going to move into. How he taught Taylor new construction skills and tricks of the trade. How I enjoyed cooking for him… a single man who really appreciated my home cooking… and always cleaned his plate…literally and figuratively…then thanked me for making the meal. How there was much laughter and joking going on. How he talked about what joy and satisfaction he got volunteering at the Salvation Army…and buying milk for the kids there because it wasn’t often they got it… how the kids called him “The Milk Man”…and how much he loved milk too…we went through gallons while he was at our home…lol. How he talked about getting back into reading his bible more and what he was learning.
His Mom called us, after receiving the letter, to tell us how much it meant to them and what a precious gift it was to hear stories about their beloved son.
The letter I wrote was just about our time together, funny things that happened, the joy and laughter we had just hanging out. It didn’t have to have fancy words…or be super long…or about some major event…just the simple pleasures of life we shared with their son.
We made a donation to the Tulsa Salvation Army in memory of Doug “the Milk Man” Rogers…asking it be used to buy milk for the kids.
Little did we know…that a short 6 months later…we would be on the receiving end…
of Memory Letters…
those precious, priceless gifts.