Cards, or Letters
A grocery list. A birthday card. A note taped to the mirror. A single sentence scribbled on the corner of a napkin.
It doesn’t matter what it says.
What matters is that they wrote it.
In their handwriting — familiar and unmistakable — is something deeply personal. A piece of who they were. Their voice in ink.
Many people don’t realize the power of these little scraps until years later, when they come across a folded note and feel time stop.
So if you find their writing — even if
