Her envelopes came once a week, addressed to Jim and Randi Mrvos—our names beautifully crafted in cursive. Hers was the kind of penmanship that would have earned an A+ in school. Though the envelopes contained bills for the services she had provided in the care of my mother-in-law, there was something special in seeing our names so beautifully written as if an artist had painted them with a brush.
But now…there will be no more envelopes displaying that elegant flourish and flair. Just like that, in a blink of an eye Becky is gone. I didn’t know her well, only through business, but she ran a top-notch service that we still heavily rely upon. Following a routine surgery, Becky passed away two days later after contracting a deadly infection. It’s so hard to believe. Jim and I were speechless when we learned the news.
Why do I share this? First of all, I share because words are powerful and can touch others emotionally. Secondly, her untimely death is a reminder to never put off anything like telling people that you love them, reading a book you’ve always wanted to read or taking a class you’ve always wanted to take. It means writing that story, that article, that novel you’ve always said you’d write—but haven’t. It’s up to you how you plan to do the things in your life. But remember, there are no certainties. Ever.
Someone else will take over the business and Jim and I will still receive weekly envelopes stuffed with a bill. But it will be different now. The handwriting will change. Maybe the envelopes will even be typed. Who knows? What I do know is that the gorgeous handwriting is forever gone—a beautiful style that only Becky could create.