A couple of nights ago, I thought I heard someone in my room, and I had a sudden memory of your voice. Part of me thinks it was you, but it wasn't anything too significant. I think writing this blog has really helped me.
Christmas always makes me think of us growing up. The funny thing is, most of my memories are from the 3 years we lived on Spanish Oak Drive. All my other memories of other places are fuzzy-- until I was in college.
We're going to St. George for the weekend. I don't feel like I can leave Petunia, so I told her if she didn't come, I wouldn't go. It's SO HARD. I know the other kids are pissed, altho Rosebud saw for herself what she looked like before going to the hospital. I'm filled with guilt for how I felt about my parents and Baby Brother. It's so different when it is your CHILD.
I haven't heard from your kids - I'm planning to send them a little something for Christmas. Your #2 has gone back to the maiden name, I noticed. #1 is involved in his play.
I love and miss you so much. Please help me.
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