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.

Wednesday, March 14, 1984

March 14, 1984

Dear Betsy,
I really hope you have a fun birthday.  I will call you Sunday.  I hope I find you home.  I wish I could be with you.
My feet are so tender on the bottom and the ankles are swollen.  My Electrolytes are off.  I have to eat a little salty food.
Betsy, $10 of this check is for your birthday.  The other $5 is to help with expenses.  That is between you and me.
Friday night the church has a chicken dinner and dance. I may go.
I hope you are well. I am anxious for summer to come so I can see you and get out more.
Take Care and write me.  I love you dearly.  Please send me another wallet picture of you.  Then I'll get some copies made.

All my love,
Mommy
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