Last week, I sent a holiday card to an estranged cousin. I’d hoped he would receive it, knowing I wish him well. And maybe open a dialogue of sorts, maybe reconnect me to his sister.
A story bloomed in my head from all the possibility.
Yesterday, I got the card back. The envelope was stamped, “Not deliverable as addressed–Return to sender.”
This is not the first time I have sent him written correspondence, even though I’ve never heard a response. Yet this is the first time I’ve had a letter returned.
What happened to the other letters? Did he even receive them? Or did a complete stranger receive them, open them up and read them, not having the heart to tell me they’d never reached their destination? Did he move?
Though I rarely dare to do so, I looked up the phone number on file for him, and dialed. The phone number is disconnected.
We are now completely estranged again.