Receiving handwritten letters from three of my loved ones who had passed—each of them through traumatic deaths—was an experience I’ll never forget. I chose for the letters to be written to myself, my mother, and my son.

 

What came through in each one felt deeply personal and meaningful. There was a sense of completion, of something settling that had been left open. The words offered a kind of peace that’s hard to put into language—like something heavy had lifted, not just for me, but for my whole family.

 

Hearing from them offered more than words—it created a sense of reconnection and revealed that something greater was guiding us forward with open hearts, steadier footing, and a deeper sense of meaning.