You'd have been 83 today. Imagine that, 83!! I still miss you every day--I don't have the guilt I bore for so long, wondering if I'd done enough, if I'd been a good daughter....since living with Miss Ruby, I felt I had done all I could do at the time for you...I regret we didn't have the chance to live together again as we planned, when the kids had moved out. Only a few more months, and we'd have had that happen. You've missed a lot... graduations and HRH's wedding (she wanted you to walk her down the aisle)... Miss H and her kind ways, Zori's birth (you'd be amused by her)
We all miss you, more than I can say.
I envy HRH....she dreams of you, finding peace there. I seldom have you visit me, and I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I feel you at peace, though. Your personal things are divided... I did keep the bulk of them, however, I feel no wrong in that. Your ring is on my chain around my neck, it keeps you close.
I gave your theater books to Oddship. He also has your St. Joseph's bean... and he treasures those things. You'd like him, I think.
Then, there is this little one. Like you, he enjoys eating. For now, unlike you, he's not too discriminating on what he eats.
Odd for me to say that--I feel you love him from where you are now. You still watch over us, love us, guide us.
Happy Birthday, Dad. Wish you were here.