Five Minute Friday
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Every Thursday, a one-word prompt will be announced here on Kate's blog at 10pm EST.
The link-up is open for a full week, until the following Thursday evening.
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The word this week is Mail.
Over the years the mail has played an important role in my life. When I was a young, 18 year old girl, I received my diamond engagement ring in the US mail. My first husband was stationed in Newport News, Virginia. He sent my ring via the mail. I said yes. We planned a wedding.
We sent out the invitations. All neatly handwritten, ivory envelopes, inviting family and friends to our wedding. We used the mail to send out thank you notes for the all wonderful gifts we received.
Two years later I moved to Newport News, Virginia (after the ship returned again from being out to sea). I filled the mail with letters home to my mom. Telling her of life in a Navy town. I was only there for 3 months. Then I returned home when the ship went back to the Indian Ocean. There was a undeclared war going on in VietNam. I came home from Virginia with a tiny seed growing. The mail carried pictures of a newborn baby to his daddy at sea.
Four years after that the mail carried out another set of birth announcements for the arrival of a baby brother. No more letter writing. No more photos traveling half-way across the world. Daddy was home.
And three years after that the mail carried my divorce papers. A nine year marriage came to an end. Things didn't work. It couldn't be mended. The mail had seen the last of my pain.