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, April 15, 1983

April 15, 1983

Dear Betsy, Sandy and Kirstie,
Sally Mower sent this letter here yesterday for Sandy.
My right hip is a big mess.  It is huge, beet red and painful.  I had needles in it yesterday.  I am afraid I will be in the hospital very soon to have it operated on and get intravenous antibiotics.  I am scared.  It is much worse today.
Bob went to the American Legion meeting tonight.  I watched TV.  Dallas was very good.
I had to get groceries tonight also.  That didn't help my hip any.  I write in my journal every night.  I am still reading "M.D."  It is good.  I decided I had better start wearing my glasses.  I must be getting old.
Well, I will close.  Take care.  Please write.  I love you all very much.  I miss you.

All my love,
Your mom
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