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.

Sunday, May 31, 1981

Small gift

Dear Betsy,

This one dollar is for you to get something for yourself since I can't be there to get you something.  I don't have any money or I would send you more.  Maybe it would buy an ice cream cone?  Remember that I love you very much.  I can hardly wait to see you.  I am so lonely by myself.  Time goes so slowly.  I hope you are well.  Take care of yourself.  I love you.

All my love,
Mom, yours forever

I miss you while you are ill and can't wait to see you feeling like yourself.  Again, completely well and happy.
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