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.

Tuesday, November 24, 1987

November 24, 1987

Dear Betsy,
I am so sorry you aren't feeling well.  I hope you are better soon.  Take call the Amoxicillin.  It should help.  It was good hearing from you.
My stomach has a lot of acid.  So I have to be careful what I eat and not eat too much at one time.  I take Tagament to reduce the acid.  It does help and prevents ulcers.  I already had three bad ones.
What are you doing for Thanksgiving?  I am staying here.  It is Grandpa's birthday soon.  They are going to a special buffet and taking Aunt Ida.  This is a time of year that brings back good memories.  I miss you and all of it.  I wish I could have stayed healthy.  We'd still all be together.  Christmas is soon.  Are you going to your dads?  What about Kirstie?  I don't have a new address.  Should I send your gift to your dads?  Let me know.
These two coupons expire soon so use them.
My cat Kelly is my buddy.  She is so sweet and lots of company.  I tell her all my troubles and she listens.  I comb her everyday.
It was good to say hi to Kermon.  He seems really nice.  That is good he takes care of you when you are sick.  I do hope you are better.  I wish I lived in VA.  Then we could see each other.
Grandma said to say "hi."  She also said nicely that she hoped you and Kermon were happy.  She is so busy.  She is Secretary of Eastern Stars and an officer in all the clubs.  Really.  She has her nose in it all - luncheons - suppers, etc.  She and Grandpa are rarely home.  Grandpa's jaw and cheek pain are gone because of the surgery.  He has tickling numbness.
Bob is slipping.  He doesn't eat.  He is poor and doesn't know how to handle money.  I do things for him when I can.  He takes me out to eat.  He still can be so nasty.  Not like he used to be.  He is so different from the Bob I married.  We were legally separated so I can stay on his insurance.  It is very good plus I have medicare.  My total income per month is $360.  Not much.  Bob took me to Red Lobster on Sunday and I had Boston Bluefish.  Really good.  Coffee is 85 cents since Bob has been so sick his whole personality has changed.  He doesn't take care of himself and his apartment is a real mess to say the least.
Well, I hope you have a nice Thanksgiving.  I love you so very much.  Write soon.  Give Kermon my love.  Take care.  Get better soon.

All my love,
Mom
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