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, December 25, 1987

December 25, 1987

Dear Betsy,
I hope you have a lovely Christmas.  I don't know what I am doing.  A lot depends on the weather.  I got yours and Kirstie's alike because I thought you were going to elsewhere but really I like what they say.
I have been wrapping presents and I have to get my dad to send the packages.  I hope yours makes it in time.  I think Markel looks like you did when you were small.  I told your dad that she is beautiful and perfect.  I hope they have a good Christmas.
Well, I have little news.  I love you dearly.  I miss you too.  I wish we could be together for the Holidays.

I love you,
All my love,
Mom

My Dearest Betsy,
The happiest of memories
The nicest to recall,
Are all the Christmases we shared
When you were very small…
And even though you've grown up now
And time has changed some things,
The years can never change the love
This special greeting brings.

Have a Wonderful Christmas
I love you honey!
All my love,
Mom
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