My mom shared what you wrote about angels. I wish I could see one sometime so I knew they were real, but I really don’t know if they are.
Have you ever seen radio waves? Go ahead, turn on a car stereo. Hear that noise? Where is this sound coming from? The answer is very high frequency radio waves which are invisible. But, hey, you’re listening to them. So they must be real.
These waves can travel up to 62 miles across land or sea, unseen by the human eye, imperceptible to human ears, they are devoid of solid matter, but quite real. Radio waves have assisted EMTs in saving lives, aided policemen when finding bad guys, they have helped win wars, and made modern pop-country into the most annoying art form known to mankind.
What about gravity? Can you see THAT? Let me answer for you. No. You can’t. But gravity must exist because if it didn’t you’d be floating somewhere near the asteroid belt of Jupiter and Mars.
Can you see oxygen? Nope. But it’s all around you. And without trusty old O2 you would be on the floor right now, flopping like a suffocating goldfish in a sandbox. Oxygen is real because, obviously, here you are, alive and everything, listening to VHF radio waves.
Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not real. The most wonderful things in the whole wide world are invisible.
Love is one of these things.
I go to school on computer now and we live on a farm, and with the virus out now, I have a lot to help with my dad every day and with my brother. But I’ve been writing letters in cursive so I can get better at writing. Do you think I’m good?
Thanks for your letter. You are awesome! I hope you don’t mind me typing my response to you because my cursive is horrible. In fact, at this stage of life my handwriting is a mutant combination of print and squiggles. When I type I don’t mak neerly az minny mEEstakes.
I was going to ask you how long it took to grow your beard because I want one. My dad says we can’t grow hair on us because he’s Native American. But my mom comes from Germans and her brothers have beard hair, you think can I grow hair like you?
Your letter is, by far, the most interesting letter I’ve ever received in my whole life. In fact, it’s taken me weeks to get in touch with experts on this subject.
As for my personal beard, I will tell you upfront, my facial hair comes from my German descent. My father’s parents were second generation Americans. Meaning, they spoke Deutsch in their childhood homes and occasionally sprouted facial hair while eating Leberwurst for breakfast.
But getting back to your question.
I contacted a friend in New Mexico who is Native American and he says this about his facial hair:
“Ha! Tell your friend that I’ve tried my entire life just to grow a mustache, but I don’t get anything, not even peach fuzz. My father was the same way. My sister doesn’t even shave her legs if that tells you anything.”
I can tell you this, however. If you have ANY German ancestry, like I do, you might have to employ someone full-time to shave your back hair with a weed eater.
When did you start learning guitar? The G chord is hard for my fingers cause my pinky won’t do it.
I got my first guitar when I was 3 years old. It was a Stella model guitar, which I don’t think they even make anymore. It was a glorified toy. The only song I could play was the drum solo to “Wipeout” using my bare hands to bang on the wood.
I eventually started playing in earnest when I was 9 with my uncle’s help. My first song was “Waltz Across Texas” which is in the key of G. My pinky has never worked right since.
Keep practicing, and one day, who knows, maybe you’ll accidentally grow a beard.
My daughter, Erin, sent you a picture in the mail. Did you get it? It would mean so much to us if you could give her a shout out. We lost my dad this year, and everything has been hard on her.
I actually opened your letter while I was having a conversation with our mail carrier. I thought the drawing was so pretty that I showed it to the mail lady, and here was her verbatim quote: “Wow, good artist.”
It’s important to note that mail carriers are government employees. Which means that, in a way, this mail lady was complimenting you, Erin, on behalf of the U.S. Government.
Thank you for the picture, please send more. I have free space on my fridge.
I don’t have friends since the pandemic happened and am sad about not being in school with them any more.
No friends? And what am I? Yesterday’s turkey gizzard? I’m writing to you because we are friends. I want everyone in the whole world to know that you’re my friend.
So everyone listen up:
SARAH IS MY FRIEND!
And as your esteemed friend, I feel it’s necessary to tell you that this year has been the pits for us all. So it’s absolutely okay to be sad about it.
If you can hold on a little while longer, when this whole pandemic thing slows down, you and I will meet in person someday, and I promise I’ll give you a great big hug to PROVE that you have more friends than you ever realized.
Until that day, I’m just going to think of you as my invisible pal. Because, as I said, the most beautiful things in life are invisible.