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, January 21, 1988

January 21, 1988

Dear Betsy,
I got the lovely tapes and really do enjoy.  I hear you adore Markel.  I wish I could see her again.
I have been in St. Charles Hospital 3 days now because I was sick.  I was so dehydrated.  They called a specialist in to do some testing.  I have an upper GI tomorrow plus I had lots of blood tests.  They just took the IV out about 10 minutes ago.  My wrist was so swollen.  I have diarrhea but I have been vomiting a lot at home and a little here.  I am eating better.  There could be several things wrong but I'll keep you posted.
We have snow flurries today and colder.  My room is a private and comfortable.  The nurses keep busy.  My watch needs a new battery so I have Grandpa's black one.
Aunt Ida had a bad stroke.  She can't talk and they took her IV out and she has a tube in her nose to her stomach to feed her.  She can't use her right arm.  She is on antidepressants but starting to respond a little.  She sleeps a lot.
Well, I hope all is well.  I am glad you got to see Markel.  Who do you think she looks like?  She is a cutie but I am her grandma.
Well, I will close.  I'll write more later.  Write me please.  I love you, honey & I miss you.

All my love,
Mom

You'll soon be 22 - I'll be 46
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