I want to share another email reply with you, I received today. The emails have started a really amazing journey where the responses reach everyone and people connect with each other. So the whole list read Jason's and Rosie's emails and people keep writing to each other and to me, it makes me cry really. And I can't help but share some of what is happening with you here. I hope you don't mind. And if you do, please just tell me to shut up!

So this is from Anna, who is 89 years old and I met her around 10 years ago, when she wanted to learn how to make iron sculptures. I held a class and the age gap between her and the second oldest student was 48 years
She was an excellent student and could keep up with the younger guys without a problem, even carrying the heavy molds to the furnace.

Now she makes incredibly intricate iron pieces that are simply stunning and she puts them all into her beautiful rose garden, which she still, every single day, tends to! (I will find some pictures of her art and post them here.)

"My dearest Amelia,
I read your emails with joy, thank you so much for including me on this precious journey.
I have so many things to say, my dear, but because everyone is sharing how you impacted their life I would like to do the same.
I met you in 2004 when I saw an ad in the newspaper about your iron pouring class. I had made a resolution that I wanted to learn something new. And I wanted to do something I have never done before. When I arrived at the college I was not only the oldest person but also the only female person there. You hugged me and said: 'You have no idea how wonderful it is that you are here, how could I keep all these guys away from me?' And I felt welcome immediately. And the boys treated me like a queen and that felt nice.
You helped me find my creativity again. But it was that one afternoon when I made my first piece, an iron angel with broken wings, that I saw your special heart. You asked me what made me so sad. And I told you about Kurt, my husband who had passed away a year earlier. That evening you cooked for me and I told you my life story. I will never forget that you reached for my hand when I cried but you didn't say a word. It was very special.
And I remember how proud you were when my sculpture came out unbroken. I have been at every iron pour in the area now and my garden blooms with art as well as roses. Thank you for teaching me.
I have adopted you as my special granddaughter and you will always have a special place in my heart. It is not fair that you get to be with God before me, but I promise I won't be long.

You have made me happy again, my dear.

Love and many blessings,
Anna"