My mom is in a book club with a number of women, one of whom is in her mid-80s. She recently decided to move, so my mom threw her a going away tea and invited all her friends. She shared with me that not long after the party, she was tickled and stunned to find that the elderly women had all sent her thank you notes…simply for inviting them to a lovely event.
What I love about these notes is the sweet handwriting, the heart the letters convey, and how much they appreciated all the little details of the party. And what’s truly beautiful is that they are saying thank you for the invitation to the party, but also that they were saying thank you to my mom for throwing their friend a going away party.
I was so charmed by the letters.
And also sad that our generation has really seemed to have lost the art of saying thank you.
I love a handwritten note and I try my darndest to send notes after birthdays and for occasions where they are warranted. And I also totally fail at times, too. But I have the best of intentions. However, I know some people who just don’t have the first instinct to say thank you or to send a personal note. And it makes me sad. It makes me sad that they are missing out on an expression of gratitude and also the practice of spending time thinking of someone else.
The world is so small and our life is so short that gratefulness is really the one thing that should tie us together.