A letter from the Post Office

Here's a letter from the Post Office found in a email from my dad. Who knows if the story is actually true. It does sound cute, though.

A letter from the Post Office...

We don't know who replied, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office  department who understands LOVE..........................

 

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month.

 

The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.

 

She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.

 

I told her that I thought that we could, so she dictated these words:

 

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog?

Abbey died yesterday and is with you in heaven.

I miss her very much.

 

I 'm happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her.

She likes to swim and play with balls.

 

I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog.

 

I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

 

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & Meredith,
addressed it to God/Heaven.

 

We put our return address on it.

 

Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she
said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.

That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.

 

A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.

I told her that I thought He had.

 

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand.

 

Meredith opened it.

Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.'

 

Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope.

 

On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

 

Dear Meredith,

 

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.

 

Abbey isn't sick anymore.

Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.

 

Abbey loved being your dog.

 

Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I'm sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

 

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me.

 

What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.

 

I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.

 

By the way, I'm easy to find.

I am wherever there is love.

 

Love,
God

People Are Awesome 2013

My dad commented -- I wonder how many of these people are still alive!

My comment -- I think I've seen the fail for each of these stunts on Tosh.0.

Saying Grace

My dad said: You don't have to know Chinese to understand this.
I say: If only I could train my cats to do this!

Dogs vs. mail - this is one of the reasons why email was invented.

Thus reads the subject line on the latest YouTube video my dad has alerted me to.

How is Norma?

I'm getting a lot of jokes from my dad lately. I guess it's better than the anti-government political stuff he sends me.

A sweet grandmother Telephoned St. Joseph's Hospital. She timidly asked,
"Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?"

The operator said, "I'll be glad to help, dear.

What's the name and room number of the patient?"

The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said, Norma Findlay, Room 302." 

The operator replied, "Let me put you on hold while I check

with the nurse's station for that room." 

After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said,

"I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well.

Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back normal and

her Physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow." 

The grandmother said, "Thank you. That's wonderful. I was so worried.

God bless you for the good News." 

The operator replied,
"You're more than welcome. Is Norma your daughter?" 

The grandmother said, "No, I'm Norma Findlay in Room 302. No one tells me crap." 

How men peel apples

My dad recently signed up for Facebook. I never thought he'd do it! Now he sends out Facebook links, too.