{"id":18917,"date":"2014-08-14T00:01:13","date_gmt":"2014-08-14T07:01:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/?p=18917"},"modified":"2014-08-14T00:01:13","modified_gmt":"2014-08-14T07:01:13","slug":"at-the-hallmark-store-teary-eyed-in-the-sympathy-card-section","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/at-the-hallmark-store-teary-eyed-in-the-sympathy-card-section\/","title":{"rendered":"At the Hallmark Store — Teary-Eyed in the Sympathy Card Section"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My stash of birthday cards. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

By Barbara Falconer Newhall.<\/em><\/p>\n

When the kids were still in the house and I still had a newspaper job to report to, I finally got smart: I started buying birthday and anniversary cards in bunches whenever I spotted some good ones.<\/p>\n

I kept them in my desk and pulled out the collection as needed.<\/p>\n

This saved my busy self many a frantic, last-minute drive down to the stationery store, where I inevitably spent a frustrating half-hour looking for just the right card to pop in the mail to a sister-in-law or nephew.<\/p>\n

Since then I\u2019ve stayed in the habit of keeping a handy little stash of cards in my desk, a dozen or so birthday and anniversary cards ranging from funny to sentimental \u2013 but not too sentimental.<\/p>\n

\"Sympathy,<\/a>
In the sympathy cards section. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

But that’s not what I needed on a recent afternoon.<\/p>\n

I needed sympathy cards. Two of them. A cousin had just lost her husband, and an old friend had just lost a sister.<\/p>\n

Nothing in my stash would do. Nor would an email note or a Facebook post suffice.<\/p>\n

I drove down to the stationer, a special trip this time, and hunted around for the sympathy aisle. Not a fun place to be, I learned.<\/p>\n

There was a whole section for “Loss of a mother.” Also one each for “Loss of a sister,\u201d \u00a0\u201cLoss of a spouse,\u201d \u201cLoss of a son,\u201d \u201cLoss of grandchild” and so on.<\/p>\n

I got teary. So many losses, waiting to happen.<\/p>\n

I pulled out card after card to send to my cousin. None of them was funny, of course. There were lots of stained glass windows and autumnal leaves. Lots of dignified, understated typefaces and phrases like:<\/p>\n

\u201cWishing you moments of peace.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing can take away the happiness you shared.\u201d<\/p>\n

And, \u201cLove lives forever in the heart.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t say any of those things to my cousin or to my friend. Too on the nose, as they say in Hollywood.<\/p>\n

It looks like I\u2019m at that time in life when more and more of my friends and relatives are going to be losing more and more of their friends and relatives.<\/p>\n

I won\u2019t be able to just pop a store-bought card in the mail and be done with it. I\u2019ll have to think of something to say.<\/p>\n

I wandered over to the \u201cblank inside\u201d section. There I found some locally printed cards embossed with sun-drenched, very-much-alive poppies and butterflies. Sentimental, but not too sentimental.<\/p>\n

I stocked up. Then I went home and wracked my brains for something to say.<\/p>\n

If this piece resonated with you, you might like to read “My Mother’s Last Words to Me Before She Died.”<\/a> You’ll find a more light-hearted story about a first-rate old guy at “Comedian Robert Morse — Sweaty at 36, Sublime at 83.”<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

\"A<\/a>
I settled on embossed and stamped poppies by Paula Skene Designs<\/a> of Emeryville, CA. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"condolence<\/a><\/p>\n

I keep a stash of greeting cards in my desk — birthday and anniversary cards to send to sisters-in-law, brothers, nephews and nieces as the dates come up. But that’s not what I needed on a recent afternoon. I needed sympathy cards. Two of them. Read more.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":18937,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[1296,187,1297,34,780,655,191,1298,55,82,1299,1300],"class_list":["post-18917","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-a-case-of-the-human-condition","tag-bereavement","tag-death","tag-death-in-the-family","tag-dont-miss","tag-extended-family","tag-friends","tag-grief","tag-letter-writing","tag-family-stories","tag-on-the-funny-side","tag-paula-skene","tag-sympathy-cards"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18917","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18917"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18917\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18917"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18917"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18917"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}