Here is my script in writing. I would love more feedback as I move forward with my project!
Dear Papa,
Most letters are sent, but this one Iāll keep. Iām finally back on College Hill starting my Senior year. Some of our family drove out to Metzgar Fields onĀ FridayĀ from Lafayette College, the same drive youāve done a million times but never got sick of. It was the first home game for the menās soccer team and your memorial was revealed. If you had it your own way Iām sure you wouldāve never allowed this! But trust me itās perfect. So beautiful, yet simple and humble which reflects you so well. Itās placed in the exact spot where you used to stand. So for every home game the guys now touch the top of the soccer ball before running on the field. Itās pretty cool to watch. I know you want to be in the locker room to give your āDr. Oaks pre-game speechā, but rest assured that the guys feel your presence on the field. You are still making your mark.
Life at Lafayette is pretty much the same as always. Classes are in full swing, the quad is full of students, and the athletes are working hard. Most importantly our family is doing just fine. (pause) From the Lovemans in Chicago to the Widenhoefers in Sweden and everywhere in between, our family team is staying connected and close. You told everyone to be a part of a team, and of course gave a nickname to anyone you met. Thatās why our designated family nickname āTeam Oaksieā is so fitting. āTeam Oaksieā is strong, but itās hard sometimes without our captain. Nana is lonely, but she is as funny and gorgeous as ever. I know you worry, but we are taking care of her.
You always managed to be there for all of us. You were one of the busiest people I knew yet you made it to every special moment of your children and grandchildren both big and small. Every soccer game, play, and graduation. Even if you werenāt physically there, you were somehow present. I think I got my worrying from you. Iām always worrying about everyone. I feel like I need to be everywhere at once- to help Mom, Dad, Marin, and Billy. I want to be there for them.
Iāve been going to Oaks Stadium alone to clear my thoughts. I think thatās where I feel your presence the most. Iāve found a happy place among the quietness and vastness of the open fields. Sorry to steal your special spot, because I know it was your happy place too. But I was thinking we could share it! I went on a cloudy, cool Fall day once. With just the wind and the chime of the flags ringing against the pole, I found tranquility. IĀ satĀ on the bleachers and within two minutes theĀ sunĀ peaked through the clouds. The faintest little rainbow formed. I knew that was you telling me everythingās going to be all right.
As a senior, I need you now more than ever. The weight of the unknown is a lot to carry. Iām trying to figure it all out. Iāve been running. Running from the reality of these daunting uncertainties. I need your direction and words of wisdom. I can almost hear your voice sayingā¦ āGo get āemā or āBe the best you can beā.
I wish I could pick up the phone and call you. I imagine your phone ringing and you searching everywhere for your cell, but picking up just in time. Saying, āHi Carly Babyā in your sweet Papa voice. Losing your voice is one of the hardest parts. I miss you. (pause) We all do. (pause) I miss giving you Carly Hugs or CHās as we used to call them. I miss singing Silent Night in Church onChristmas Eve. I miss walking next to you while you ran- holding your hand and congratulating you on running two miles even though it was more like two blocks. You had a never-letting-go grip. Man, you really held on tight.
I rememberā¦ (I havenāt picked a story I want to use yet- still brainstorming for one that works well here, but this is where I will include it)
If you read this, I know what you would say. (pause) I just need a reminder every once in awhile. I try to live everyday like you taught me to but itās really hard. How did you do it? Iāll have to keep on going with what Iāve learned from you. Iāll try to stop running from my fears, and instead run towards my goals. After you passed away, our family found some relief in words. We found a poem that exemplifies you. It is called The Oak Tree Poem. Itās last stanza reads, āNow Iāve found with thanks to you / Iām stronger than I ever knew.ā
So thank you and keep on shining through. This letter will be kept close to my heart. Iāll write again soon, but for now Iāve got to run.
Love your granddaughter,
Carly
Thanks!