Dear David,
I don't know why your name unveiled itself to me. It was just one of many on the page, and there are many others like me out there sitting in front of computer screens prayerfully trying to decipher a long ago census worker's cramped writing. Your name seemed funny to me at first, appearing as Dand. I quickly moved to the next name, but a quiet voice somewhere in the back of my mind whispered, "His name is David." I looked back, and instead of scribbled handwriting, I saw a clearly legible 'David' written there. I took a moment to ponder the significance of the moment. Perhaps your progeny has been searching for years to find your name. Perhaps you have been waiting a long time to be found. Perhaps your family just needed the one final push to break open your line. I don't know the real reason and I don't know the actual circumstance, but I do know that moments like this are what I live for. Stories like yours, even if they are only imagined, are the ones I long to finish. David, someday I hope to be able to meet you and shake your hand. Until then, I will be here- in front of a computer screen striving to finish more stories like yours.
With much love,
Emma-Leigh Owen
Indexer
February 18th 2012
14 years ago