Dear Betsy,
This is not your Christmas card. I have a special one for you. Your present should be at Soapstone. I mailed a box by UPS. My health isn't good and our apartment is a mess. My hip has bursitis and is infected. My ankles and feet are swollen. I miss you but I can't afford to call plus I never know when to call. How is work going?
Our bathroom floor is half soaked with water. The apartment above has the problem and of course, it is a weekend and no one is around. Plus, Bob has no trousers and I needed to laundry them. I took all the stuff down the basement and loaded the wasing machine and put soap in…pushed my buttons and went to put my 75 cents in and discover it is jammed.
Everything is getting to me. I feel like my nerves can't take much more. Bob sleeps so much. I made a good supper but he is still sleeping. In half an hour someone is bring me a cup of coffee from Friendly's. I love coffee and it makes me pee. Yesterday our friends brought boxes of things from Bob's freezer and refrig. She let a turkey, 2 chickens, spare ribs, etc. defrost for 4 days so I had to throw them out. I do have butter and cheese. This really upset me. So this is a depressing letter. I love you and hope things are getting good for you.
I went looking for spaghetti sauce and spaghetti in the storage area in a cabinet and could only find the sauce. So we have eggs Delmonico. It is good but hard on my legs.
Sandy and Kirstie want to come for Christmas but I haven't got the money. I'd love to have them. I am afraid this is going to be a very depressing Christmas. We are poor and life looks gloomy. I miss you so much. My health robbed me of you and your teen years. I raised you but your Dad gets the credit. I am so sorry I got sick and he made me leave and not come in 6 months unless I was better. Well, I wasn't so you all went and Alison to Washington DC.
At least we had this visit this summer and I really loved every minute. You are a wonderful girl.
What is the David situation? What are you doing for Christmas? I hope you have a very nice Christmas. I have you in my thoughts all the time. Bob likes you so much. I am glad. He always wants to know about you.
Well, I guess I will close now and get this in the mail. I hope you are happy and well. Please write me. I miss hearing from you. Remember I love you very much and you are special in my life. I heard "You Light Up My Life" today and cried. I do remember your Installation.
Take care. Write.
All My love,
Mom and Bob
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.
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