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Make Your Own Magic

The genesis of our trip to Europe was a visit with my 93-year-old Aunt Shelia, who is a nun and a talented artist. She's lived a fascinating life, meeting the Beatles, the Queen, and the Pope. My kids needed to meet her.

As soon the door closed on our lovely visit, though, I started to sob. I wanted her to be a part of my regular life, not just one-off visits. My heart ached with how much I missed her.

Then it hit me. I was looking at this too narrowly. There are other ways besides in-person meet-ups that I can foster this relationship. I can make my own magic.

I wrote her a long letter telling her how much missing her pained me and how much she meant to me in my life. I wrote things about my life that I hadn't told anyone. Writing this love letter was the most profound act I’ve done this year.

Is there someone in your life that you need to tell how much of an impact they've had on you? Sit down with that pen and a box of tissues and let them know. 


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