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, December 2, 1982

Missing You

Missing You

Sometimes when I'm
alone and missing you,
I remember the special times we've
shared.
Sometimes the memories make me smile,
sometimes they make me cry.
Sometimes they make me lonely,
but that's not so bad…
because remembering what we've already
done makes me look forward
to the things we've yet to do.
It makes it easier to wait for you
because you don't seem so far away.
But more than anything else,
it makes me realize just how much
I love you.
            - Julie Ann Gridley


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