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First Impression: This is a rather powerful little letter here. Its a simple idea at the root of it but you convey the fear and expectation weighing this person down very well and you can connect with her and see what causes her to make this decision she has made and it lends this quite a bit of power as a piece.
Anyway let's get right to it,
The seasons have fallen upon Winter once again and I find myself within your old estate. I am not sure exactly why I am writing you, for I never had the pleasure of meeting you in life. I guess the comfort in speaking with someone who will not ridicule me for whatever I say inspired me to do so. Or perhaps I feel I should know you and have the obligation to converse with you.
Well this is a pretty intriguing start right here. There's some very personal and powerful about this right from the start as we have a grandchild who is probably quite old at this point writing a letter to a grandfather they never got the chance to meet inspired through means that leads you to ask quite some questions here already on top of simply how powerful this style of letter already is.
In the Spring, I will, as my parents say, ‘finally be of age.’ Which means essentially that the lights of my childhood will have burned down to the very ends of their wicks and the little oil left shall not be merciful enough to lend more time. With the discussion of my upcoming birthday just this past Saturday, Mother slipped from her lips with grace the words of which I was in no hurry to hear. She took my hands in hers and said, “Mabel, dear, you have grown into such an amiable young woman of which any man would be lucky to have. In fact, your father and I have gone to great lengths and you are to be married in the months passing your twentieth!” A hint of excitement swelled within the ending syllables of Mother’s voice and I had no will to share it.
This part definitely tells us quite a bit about the sort of mindset that drove this person to write this particular letter at this time of all times and I think it really makes for a pretty intriguing background already from seeing the author of this letter be stuck in a place in her life where she feels like she doesn't maybe have anywhere to go and is seeking some sort of solace in writing her thoughts down as a letter. Its a powerful moment again I think to have that kind of raw emotion be behind a letter of this nature such that it just adds to the weight something like this already has.
Thankfully, Grandmother caught wind of my parents’ storm which weighed responsibilities and mannerisms against me amidst the past weeks in order to shake me from the roots I had remained buried for so long. She arranged for me to stay with her the entirety of the colder months and learn what I needed before the inevitable daunting breath of Spring.
So, here I am. My hand scribbling to you this letter within the journal I was gifted by Grandmother in arriving here. I sit along the wooden table you used your very hands to shape, sheltered by the walls which you once graced with your presence. I hope you will have me.
ANd that I think is a really powerful way to conclude this piece here. There's something in the quiet acceptance this person shows even as they try and seek this respite of the responsibilities trust upon her so suddenly. Its something that ultimately then ends up being easy to relate to there and imagine while at the same time feeling like a rather personal piece too.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall I think you've done a pretty powerful job right here of showcasing this one person's thoughts and fears through a really intriguing lens that is this letter to a late grandfather. It makes for quite the read.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.