But I took the time and, in recent months, the energy to write one this past weekend. ...Recent months because it is then that the energy gets built up because it is then that warrants notes of this caliber to be written.
I didn't sign it. That was the collaboration of years of building up. See I once took credit for the impact I made in someones life and for the 18 to 24 months that passed after that moment in time, I was miserable. In fact, all people around me were probably miserable with me and as a life-long lingering affect, one of those people no longer speak to me...9 years later. (I can now name several people who are thinking about this point in my life...I'll give you a moment to ponder).
So this luck recipient of this nameless good-bye letter approached me, in a joking manner, and I humored that attitude of gratitude with the response that it may be nice now and iconic later, but the words that were shared in that letter did not warrant a name being attributed to it. That one day, years down the road they hopefully will not be my words but will be left as a mark in the life of this person by the ONE who could care more than I could, and the ONE that would (hopefully) be a relationship this person maintains infinitely longer than I could ever imagine being in that persons life.
Therefore, I left it nameless. I can no longer take credit for things I do not do, words I do not have, and wisdom that is far beyond my ability to comprehend, understand, or dole out. It is nameless, at least, left without my name, in the hope that if this person would keep that letter for years, decades, to come, the Author would be notably thanked countless times daily and that I could go on, nameless, creditless, and in everlasting debt only.
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