Twyla's note: I was 22 years when this happened. My mom was 41 years old. Please cherish your parents; when they're gone the loss is amazing.
Mom,
I've heard that writing letters, when you can't talk to the person, sometimes makes you feel better, and I thought I'd give it a try.
I really miss you. I'm so used to picking up the phone and hearing your voice. Although it's been almost 3 weeks since this started, I still miss it. It was so nice when you called me from the hospital last week; but it was weird to hear your voice on the phone 'cause I knew (and had accepted) that we couldn't talk that way.
This operation was a lot harder on you than the first one. You recovered really quickly from the first. I guess I thought this operation would be the same as the 1st, but is sure wasn't. I realize now that it's because you never really got a chance to recuperate from the 1st.
I miss your guidance very much. When everything first happened, I just kinda took charge, because I recognized that Dad couldn't. I don't know how I did it without you, but I guess you would have done it if you weren't sick. This has made me realize that I'm an adult now, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Before, I still felt "young"; now I feel older.
At first, I'd pick up the phone to call you and ask if I was doing everything right, or to tell you how shitty I was feeling, but I'm over that now.
Darrin has been wonder through all of this. He's so supportive and understanding. He's been my rock through all of this. I think that this has brought us closer together. When I get home from the hospital, he just lets me fall on him. Yesterday (Sunday), we had such a fun day together. It was like before we had any real responsibilities. We laughed and played and joked, and just had so much fun.
I try to tell him (very often) how much I appreciate him. I'm glad we have each other. I don't think I'd want anyone else.
Dad tells me that you're doing better. I'm glad to hear that.
Got to get supper for my boys. Will write more later.
Mom,
I've heard that writing letters, when you can't talk to the person, sometimes makes you feel better, and I thought I'd give it a try.
I really miss you. I'm so used to picking up the phone and hearing your voice. Although it's been almost 3 weeks since this started, I still miss it. It was so nice when you called me from the hospital last week; but it was weird to hear your voice on the phone 'cause I knew (and had accepted) that we couldn't talk that way.
This operation was a lot harder on you than the first one. You recovered really quickly from the first. I guess I thought this operation would be the same as the 1st, but is sure wasn't. I realize now that it's because you never really got a chance to recuperate from the 1st.
I miss your guidance very much. When everything first happened, I just kinda took charge, because I recognized that Dad couldn't. I don't know how I did it without you, but I guess you would have done it if you weren't sick. This has made me realize that I'm an adult now, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Before, I still felt "young"; now I feel older.
At first, I'd pick up the phone to call you and ask if I was doing everything right, or to tell you how shitty I was feeling, but I'm over that now.
Darrin has been wonder through all of this. He's so supportive and understanding. He's been my rock through all of this. I think that this has brought us closer together. When I get home from the hospital, he just lets me fall on him. Yesterday (Sunday), we had such a fun day together. It was like before we had any real responsibilities. We laughed and played and joked, and just had so much fun.
I try to tell him (very often) how much I appreciate him. I'm glad we have each other. I don't think I'd want anyone else.
Dad tells me that you're doing better. I'm glad to hear that.
Got to get supper for my boys. Will write more later.
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