Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • A woman's day began with her correspondence. She had acquaintances and friends she had known for many years and she was very thoughtful to stay in touch with all of these people. If she called a person and they did not return her call, she’d call them the very next day and ask them why they were so busy that they could not return her call? She wasn’t a pain in the neck, she just recognized that you’re not acknowledged unless you hold yourself and others accountable. She was charming, and cherished people. Always remembered each birthday with a card and kept every friend she had ever made.

    Over the years she had kept all the mail correspondence from her friends and acquaintances. After she read a letter, and she had many letters, she would wrap them in a pretty pink paper and bundle them for safe keeping.

    When she was ninety, she embarked on a movie career playing bit roles and was always available for auditions or for new projects. At the age of ninety nine, her drivers license was revoked, so she called the chief-of-police and asked him to send a car over so that she could go for an audition. The chief-of-police dropped everything and went to pick her up to take her to the audition personally.

    The woman lived to be 102 years old. At her funeral were city council members, movie industry friends and many friends and extended family members who traveled great distances to attend. The funeral was presided over by the Monsignor of Saint Monica’s Church in Santa Monica. Not because she was Catholic, she had never claimed any particular religion as her faith, she had asked him to speak because he was a friend and she knew he would never refuse her. "Indeed", he asked the people in attendance at the funeral, “could any of you refuse her?” He turned his collar around and presided over the funeral as a pastor and a friend instead of a priest.

    Sometimes when people grow older, their friends and circle of support dwindles. This was not the case for her. She was remembered as a person who was never afraid to say what was on her mind and always had room in her heart for another friend. Her niece, who over the years had helped her aunt with her correspondence, had hundreds of pink envelopes that had been kept and treasured. As a parting gesture, when her aunt was buried, she was buried with the many pink letters from all her friends and acquaintances that she had cherished over the years.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.