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 7, 1984

March 7, 1984

Dear Betsy,
Yesterday I got a card with the Washington Temple.  It is beautiful.  Sandy sent it.  She said you took your dad's truck to Penn.  What did you do that for?  I hope everything is well.
Grandpa is in a lot of pain.  He has Trigeminal Neuaolgia in the face.  He went to get groceries for me today.  My Visiting Teacher helps a lot.  She cooks meals and does laundry.  I hate laying in bed.  Today I got diarrhea.  It is beautiful and warm outside.  I wish I could see Bob.  I miss him.  Time goes slow for me.  I read scriptures and watch TV.  My feet and legs really hurt.  Now, my stomach is acting up.  I have to take Bentyl 10 mgm and Tagament for it.  I just can't get another ulcer and more diarrhea.
Do you go to church?  If so is it the Mormon?  Yesterday, I wrote in my journal.
Well, I am out of news.  Betsy, I really do love you and miss you.
Take care of yourself.

All my love,
I love you,
Mom
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