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.

Friday, March 12, 1982

March 12, 1982

Dear Betsy,
I hope you have a very Happy Birthday.  I sent your present last week.  Did you get your reception gift?  Grandma and Grandpa are worried their gift broke.  I hope it didn't.  I have little news.  Sandy is busy a lot and is presently doing homework.  It is raining outside and we still have lots of dirty snow.  I wish Spring would come.  Then by summer it will be too hot for me.  How is your weather?  I hope to call you on your birthday. What is your new phone #.  Remember how very much I love you.  I looked at your picture I have out today and I cired of how much I miss my Betsy.   I hope you are happy.  Please try and write me.

I love you,
Your mom
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