Yesterday afternoon, Harper went to school and wrote a note to me on funeral home letterhead.
Obviously, I love this note for many reasons.
I plan to stash it away in a light-fast, non-bleeding, and acid- and lignin-free box to heighten the chance that my great great great great granddaughter will discover it while constructing some sort of branchy Pudding family tree. I picture her asking my great great granddaughter how old Great Great Great Grandma Harper was when Great Great Great Great Grandma Angela passed on, and what are the chances that this note was actually written at the funeral?!
Ahhhh. It’s been a long day.