My Dear Betsy,
I thank you so much for caring so much about me. I cam in Mercy Hospital yesterday and I had a terrible night. My head hurts and I was nauseated. It is very busy here. I have to walk a lot and we all eat together. You talk a lot.
I am waiting for my doctors. I had blood work done and breakfast. At 3:30 AM I found out I could of had a sleeping pill. They didn't tell me. I have a nice private room and it is cool. Thank Heavenly Father.
Did I tell you I made Markel the pink dress and panties? I have a blue print to make now. I made the new baby a 2 yard quilt. It was so pretty. Sandy has them.
I called Kirstie and she upset me. She thought I shouldn't take pills and this was no big deal. She is flying me to VA for Christmas. You will be there, not you? I want to see you so much.
I had a nice anointing and blessing last night. I needed it. I am in a Catholic Hospital. They came in to give me Communion this AM but I said I wasn't Catholic (yet).
They check your purse, suitcases, etc and take things away. I used to do this to others and now I am upset.
I really want to go home. I pray I am doing the right thing. Grandma and Grandpa are being helpful. I keep crying but I know you are there for me. Thanks honey. I love you. Well, I can't write longer. Hope you are Okay. Oh, I found a four month supply of Seldane so I'll send it soon. It was never opened by Bob. I am almost the big things and a few extras. Got to get rid of a $1000 Ethan Allen Maple table and chairs. Beautiful. Are you needing one? I am sure Grandma would give it to you.
I love you. I am on a locked ward. Scary. Not any fun.
Write,
Love,
Mom
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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