As the son of a struggling single mom, he want on to finish college with a degree in engineering and is now furthering his career with more schooling. I like to think maybe those cards helped him along. It's funny, isn't it, how we can live with treasures and not know their value. An old painting in the attic turns out to be a genuine Renoir or an old string of Grandma's fake pearls turn out to be real. Books and toys we had as kids are on display at antique stores and the cars we bought for a few hundred bucks are sought after by collectors.
Families are like that too.
We are surrounded by familial treasures and don't appreciate their value until they're gone. Parents go on to be with the Lord, sisters and brothers move on to their own lives, our kids grow up and move out. My mother has been dead for more than 10 years, but lately she seems to be on my mind a lot. I miss her. I cry for her.