Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Stymied Yet Again

     Notes from home, beginning  February 9, 1977     ( In Samaritan  waiting for third baby who was born 4 days later, and 3 weeks early. Kids couldn't visit then.  He was 6 years old and she 7 going on 8.)
        "Mom
           Sweet as a rose, Sweet as can be
          but most of all I love you because you
          Make us wanted and lots of other reasons
          so I love you.    Love, D.
                                      Mom when are you coming home

Mom I hope the baby is strong and healthy but I hope you are to  and please don't forget me.  Love, D

How do you feel Mom
    I went to school and tell Dad his baby Oh I mean his dog is in and hes slepping inside.  Love, D.

Mom  how did you sleep last night.  Mom I hope you did and Mom I missed you last night.  win are you coming home.  Love, D. "

and from the other,
     "I hope you get better.**  I love you Mom!   Love, M." 

  I threw out a bunch of old papers because I know they're of interest  only to me, but some things are  too hard to do, and I just shove everything back in the box, or cabinet, or drawer....
        
**Exactly the same wording written to me by this author's eldest child in 2013 when I was in hospital for TKR.  They both hoped I'd get better.  So far, so good.





         

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