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, March 20, 1990
March 20, 1990
Dear Betsy,
The years may change a lot of things.
But never the love this message brings.
And never the pride and happiness, too,
That comes from having a daughter like you.
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