Letters from my absent mom, etc.: September 1987

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.

Thursday, September 24, 1987

September 24, 1987

Dear Betsy,

Well, I made it to see the baby. Sandy and Mark. Markel is such a beauty. Hard to believe. It is hot here. It is good to see everyone. Holding Markel for the first time was wonderful. I am in a motel. I am not going to live here in Utah. I'll write my feelings later. Hope you are well. I love you.

Love,
Mom