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.

Sunday, May 31, 1987

May 31, 1987

Dear Betsy,
Got your letter the other day.  Said you were though with Kermon.  Sandy called and said you and he were dating.  You sound as bad as me and Bob.
I had cabin fever today.  It has been mid 90s and a little cooler.  Bob took me to Long John Silver's for early supper.  We had broiled halibut.  Then we went over the street and got hot fudge sundaes.  I am gaining weight.  I have to take lots of estrogen and that gains weight.  I then went to the mall and walked a little.  My feet gor really hot so I am soaking them in cold ice water.  I also had 2 cups coffee (my downfall) I love coffee.
Sandy and Mark seem very happy.  I am getting anxious to be a grandma.  I am making her lots of difficult baby clothes.  I will start a sewing class in July.  I hope I can learn a lot.  I haven't sewn for so long.  I am making a big quilt also, like  I made when Kirstie was little.
I hear you and Kirstie are going to the beach.  That is nice.
Kelly is a lot of company.  She is shedding now.  I comb her every day and she purrs.  You'd love her only she would probably make you wheeze.  How is your asthma doing?  I have rales in the lower lobes of my lungs.  Probably getting emphysema.  My Grandpa Deakin had it bad.
I haven't much news.  Bob is coming over for the evening.  He is company.  Time goes so slow for me.  I get up early.  I am going to start staying up lair and hopefully sleep a long time.
I hope you and Kirstie are well.  When does Kirstie graduate?  I love you, honey.  Write soon.
I miss you.

All my love,
Mom

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