Here's a letter that my sister Marlene wrote to Corey Cullihall. He kept it after all these years. When he showed it to me Saturday night all it said on the outside was ...To the man of my dreams...love your secret admirer. He told me that he thought it was from grade 11 and that she used to write him about 3 notes a week. He said that they never went out but they were always really good friends and he cared about her alot. He said that he missed alot of school and would of quit if she didn't bring home his homework every time and encourage him to stay in school. I just broke down in front of everyone, it was so nice seeing something like that after all these years. Charlene you write alot like her. I know it sounds weird but I couldn't stop thinking about how she wrote that letter and that her hands had touched that same letter at some time. It's so hard to accept that she's gone sometimes, even after all these years, but I know that God had a far greater purpose for her and that we have to accept that. It's the only way to get through it. Corey said that he has more somewhere packed away and if he finds them he will share them with me. I wanted to ask if I could keep the letter but I know that wouldn't be fair because that's his special memory of her. Just like we all have our own.
Here's some special memories that we all recall...
Angie - Wow, that was sweet of him to share that with you after all of these years. It just goes to show that she made a really positive impact on all of our lives and we all miss her. Can you remember when she would come in a do our Barbies hair for us and dress them up, or the time when she was sick and we acted out the Miss Universe pageant with Barbies for her - and I can also remember the absolute first time that I ever stayed up to your place for all night and we slept in the waterbed with her after she came home from going out, and we took turns tickling each others backs to songs on the radio.
All good memories.
Tracey - That was so nice!! But I have been the last 15 minutes trying to get myself together in the bathroom, praying no one would come in and ask for me. How did you get it? Do you still have it? I tried printing it, but it is not clear, I would love it if you could photo copy it or something. But I know it's nothing like the original! I'll just keep the email. Talk to you later. Love you! Your Big Sis!
Lisa - Thanks for sending me the letter. All of these memories start flowing back, like the times me and you would piece her letters together after she ripped them to shreds...listening in on her phone calls...I will always remember that she would never sleep alone downstairs...then we would get in the bed and argue about who would turn off the light so we would eventually call mom to come down and get her to turn off the light. I always remember she use to borrow money off of her and use her birthstone ring for calatoral. The last time mom and dad were here we talked about her dad still wonders where she would be today if she were here. I wish she could have met Shannon, they would have gotten along great picking at each other and ganging up on me! I wish she could play with my kids...Matt knows who she is and what she looks like. I have a french assignment in my filing cabinet that she wrote, and a few other memory pieces.We will NEVER understand why God chose to take her but I am certain that she had time to make matters right with God and I also strongly believe she is with nan Wight looking down on us laughing at the way we live our lives. God knows what he is doing and who knows what would have happen to her if she still were here, good or bad. We just need to keep in mind and be thankful for the memories that we have and cherish them and keep her alive in our hearts. I so often dream about her and wish she could knock on my door...wait a minuite she would just burst in for tea and a laugh...I can't wait to see her again. Thanks for sharing the letter with me....I love you sis.
It's great hearing about these memories cause some of these I had forgotten about. I will always remember how she would get mad at me for walking in the ditch when we went for walks. But yet she would still ask me to go every time. I realized when I was older that she would want to go for walks hoping the cute lifeguard or the cute young Hydro worker would drive by and stop to talk to her. Or when mom and dad would go away on the weekends and she would have friends in and I would be allowed to play games, watch movies with them and eat their pizza's that they would make. Or when they would take me on their late night drives with them and she'd always make me put on my seatbelt in the same exact car that she would years later die in. Funny how that could of been the one thing that might of saved her life that night.
But I still can't help but wonder...where would she be living today...would she be married...would she have kids...what career path would she of choosen? Would she be happy?
