A Letter to Sarah from Gretel (September 28, 2018)


Dear Sarah,
     I was thinking of you this morning while I made up a few of Mom/Gramma Eileen's apple pies. It made me think of how mom used to make cupcakes for our class on our birthdays, and then how we made our own things to take in as we got older. Remember when you helped me make this for my class? I think it was for my birthday. It is one of my happiest memories I have of you and I growing up. I took it to school and shared it with my class. It was so tasty, and everyone loved it.
     I looked up to you. You always were the best at baking. You were tall and striking and beautiful. You were my big sister, and I was in awe of you in many ways. I still love you and am in awe of you in so many ways. Please come home, and don't be too proud to admit you are wrong.
     And when you come home, we can make this cake again! I am looking forward to it! I love you Sarah Bear! Xoxoxo

Love you now and forever,
Your Little Sister Gretel

Letter to Calvary Temple and the Fitch Children from Ellen (September 20, 2018)

Dear Calvary Temple and the Fitch Children,

     Like many of you, I have known Molly Fitch for many years. I remember when she first would come to visit Calvary, we loved her from the start. She often came bearing gifts; the best homemade pies, maple syrup, apples, and of course, presents for the newest babies. I always wished I could spend more time with her, but she often came and went so quickly. Still, the little bit of time spent with Molly was a gift indeed.
     Fast forward 25 years. These days I see Molly often, she still comes bearing gifts. This time a beautiful wine colored mum and a dozen organic eggs. In times past she brought me what became my favorite mug for my morning tea, books for my library, and a bottle of blueberry flavored vinegar. Through these past 8 years, she has brought me lovely thoughtful gifts she knew i would appreciate.
     The greatest gift, it goes without saying but I will say it anyway, has been her friendship. When my dearest Nancy went home to Jesus, Molly was one of the wonderful friends who stepped in to help fill the emptiness. I am not sure what I would have done without her. We spent hours crying and praying, laughing and remembering. We have shared our pain and our hope. And I know, without a doubt, I can call on Molly night or day for help and she will rush to my side. A true friend, a true sister, and an example of what it means to be a follower of Jesus. "A friend that loveth at all times."
     Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua and Christina, your mother was here yesterday. As you know, she comes often to try to see you and your children. Each time, she brings gifts for one or all. Your mother headed out to shop for a gift for her newest grandson. Jonathan, your mom was happy and smiling, knowing she was able to buy your son a gift. She left here in a flurry of excitement, filled with joy knowing she has a new grandbaby. Has anyone ever loved her children and grandchildren more that your mom? She lives and breathes the hope that one day soon, you will all come home to her, your father and your sister.

Letter to Jonathan from Gretel (September 15, 2018)

Dear Jonathan,

      It has been just over a year now, since I last saw you on September 2 and cried, broken-hearted, as you told me with nonchalance that you had nothing to say to me. I was six months pregnant, and I cried with my heart broken anew by you. I wept, and you looked on without pity. You didn't hug me or even utter a single kind word. You just looked with a look of stone cold and turned and went away. As I sat on the end of my car silently crying, you got into your car and drove away. You wouldn't look at me as you drove by. You didn't wave. All I could think of was how this might be the last time I saw you. I hadn't seen you since when? Had it really been 5-6 years since I saw you last? And now one more year has come and gone.
     I don't know if you guys ever think of me in September or even remember that my birthday is in two weeks, but I think of you all even more constantly this month. I loved my birthday so much growing up-birthday breakfasts before school and birthday dinners with the family were the best! You would call if you weren't there and after Sarah moved out, she sent me flowers and had them delivered to school! For the last 6 years, I have dreaded my birthday, because in all that time, I have not had one gift, one card, one call, or even a text from you, Jonathan or Sarah or Joshua or Christina simply to say happy birthday or that you love me or are thinking of me. Yesterday, our aunt was telling me that I should have a birthday party this year. As I explained to her how hard that day is for me without you all, I started to cry. It surprised me how close to the surface that pain and longing for you all is. And last night just thinking over the day, I silently wept for you all again. I miss you, Jonathan.
     I miss you hugging me and saying like you used to "It's okay, Buddy. Don't cry." I need you back. Please come back to us. I don't want to celebrate this birthday without every one of you, please. Please.

Love you forever, Your Buddy and Little Sister

Letter to Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua, and Christina from Mrs. McDougall & Gretel (September 2, 2018)

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Joshua, and Christina,

     I have written before and quoted Scripture but to no avail. Your hearts are obviously hardened against the Word of God because this blog, written by so many people who love you, has consistently quoted Scripture in the hopes that your hearts & souls would be touched by God’s Holy Spirit. Seven years is a long time to reject THE TRUTH and embrace a family wrecking cult.
     When the Communist Chinese were overrunning Tibet, the  Dalai Lama was asked what he said to his brother monks. He said, “I hope that you have been worshiping the God of the structure and not the structure of the God.” You appear to have turned your eyes from Jesus to worshiping the structure- pillars, pews & people (and classic car collections!) The idea that you follow a dirty old man who claimed to be a shepherd but preyed on a young innocent lamb in his care is repugnant. Or a Waleed who told your sister Gretel that she was of NO value to God and should go play in the world’s pig pen - sex, drugs & rock ’n roll!! When sated return repentant and just maybe she would be welcomed back into the bigoted, intolerant arms of your fellowship. The irreparable damage these people have done while claiming to be God’s mouthpiece, demands an Old Testament judgment and a millstone just won’t do.
     Gretel Marie is up in Canada visiting us with her three boys - your nephews - Noah, John, and Peter. A blessing that you are missing out on .....We were going through old pics and thought you might enjoy a trip down memory lane from Alison’s wedding when Sarah & Gretel were flower girls or sitting with Joshua, Gretel, and Duncan on the roof of the fort under the crabapple tree at your childhood home in Perry.

May you return to your mother’s arms soon!

Mrs. McDougall & Gretel