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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