I thank my God every time I remember you.
When someone posts you a birthday card, a note, or a “tell-her-hi-for-me,” you get the message that you have been something special to them; have planted a bit of who you are on who they are.
It tells you that you are a part of them, even if you’ve been separated by years and miles; tells you that they still see your face and hear your voice, though it may have been a long time since they’ve done either.
Their remembrance of you is a shot in the arm; you have meant something to somebody.
It’s a two-way street. Your remembrance of others does the same for them that their remembrance of you does for you.
No one is special to everyone,
but everyone is special to someone.