Going through my Mum’s wardrobe after she died, seeing all her clothes and shoes, all memories of times now past, and there, at the back a box full of greeting cards she’d held onto.
I have always loved greeting cards, always loved the special gesture that goes into choosing one, putting pen to paper and taking the time to send it. The kindness of recognising a day in someones life and making them feel special.
Living on the other side of the world to my family, Chasing Cards is my hero. It makes me smile, it makes me happy, it gives me strength and hope that the world is a thoughtful place. Given that we rarely write letters anymore, taking the time to send a handwritten, heartfelt card is the simplest form of love and respect.
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