The People Who Made Us Feel Safe
This week, I wrote a letter to someone from my childhood who gave me something rare: a place that felt warm and safe.
Growing up is messy, as we all know. But their house is one of the few places I look back on with real gratitude. A home full of learning and kindness. I told them I never really thought of them as just a neighbor, more like family. And that’s still true.
They’re probably in their late 80s or early 90s now, and I realized this wasn’t one of those things to get around to. Which was…clarifying. It reminded me how easily we postpone saying what matters. How often we assume there will always be more time to say thank you, or I love you, or you mattered in ways you probably never realized.
So as this week begins, consider this a small invitation to notice who shaped you, even quietly. And if you can, let them know. A note. A call. Some sort of moment of acknowledgment.
And while we’re here, let me say this too: I’m grateful you’ve taken the time to read this. It means a lot.
