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 13, 1987

March 13, 1987

Dear Betsy,

Your birthday is a good day to put into words the feelings too seldom expressed.  Like how special you are, how much you are loved, how you're wished all life's brightest and best …
It is so wonderful having a daughter like you who has such a dear, thoughtful way, and your birthday's a good day to put into words all the joy you put into each day.

Happy Birthday with love,

All my Love,
I love you,
Mom

PS:  I hope and pray that you know how very much I love you.  I still remember all about you as a precious baby.  Now, you are 21 and grown up.  Always remember that your mom will love you forever.
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