This is my mother. She left me when I was just 14 years old. I saw her a few times from teenage through the typical college years (although I didn’t have typical college years) and then she passed away before I married or had children. She was a wonderful woman that I know I would talk to her often if she were alive, but I really never got the chance.

The most current entries are things I would tell her and only her ... because they aren’t meant to be heard, just vented (if she were alive). The majority of this blog are letters she wrote to me (and a few to my sisters) during the years that we were apart.

Saturday, May 31, 1980

You are so Kind

Dear Mom,
You are so nice.  You take care of me when I feel bad.  You make me feel good.  You are warm and understanding and I am thankful you are my mother.
I love you when you think of me, because it makes me feel good.  I love you with all my love.
Here is a poem:

You are my mother
You are so kind
You've no other
And your heart is easy to find

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