Dear Mom,
I'm sorry that you are sick. Things will be OK. I can just feel it in my gut. I know that you are scared, and putting on a brave front....but things really will be alright. I just know they will be.
I know you are worrying about dad, your daughters and your grandkids. We will be ok mom. You taught us well, and we will make sure that dad will be ok too.
I love you mom, with all my heart and soul I love you.
I was always so proud of you. Do you remember when I was a little girl, and I'd sit on your bed watching you get dressed to go to a dinner party with dad? I'd watch you transform from a pretty woman, to the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Did you know that I always thought you were beautiful? Well I did, and I still do.
And did I ever tell you how proud I was of you when you graduated from college? I'd have gone to your graduation shirtless, and painted my body like those freaks at the superbowl, just to show you how proud I was, if it wouldn't have embarrassed you. So if we got over zealous when they presented you with your diploma....just so, so, so proud of you.
A great writer, an intellectual, a feminist,a realist, comfort, security, kindness and love......that's how I see you, and what I love about you.....my mommy, my mom, my friend.
