In which mom writes about her children
I found dozens of journals after mom died. So, so many of them only contain a handful of entries, but some of them cover entire years of her life.
These blog posts are entries from them.
In which mom writes about her children
November, 1998 Jen has been unbelievable these past few months. Who knew, when she offered to come home for a while to take care of Mom that it would evolve into virtually a full-time job for seven months? This journal entry is dated simply “November, 1998” so I’m tagging it as November 1st for archiving.
May 1, 1998 I gave Jen her At At for graduation. She played with it for a while. (At her apt, just Jen & Mandy & me) Then, I said I thought it might be a pretty silly graduation gift from her silly Mom. She hugged me and said, “You’re not silly – you’re perfect.”
Took Jen back to Gainesville yesterday. Spent several hours watching football with David, Jen, George, Sylvia, Mom & Ron. David told me today that Ron was very impressed that we would do that, that no one in his family would go to him and just relax and spend time together. from a journal entry titled […]
On parenthood
Mom could sing
Gifts from coworkers
6/3/97 Tuesday Today I’m starting my Daffy Duck Diary. I’m going to write every day, just a few lines maybe, longhand, no less. I’m going to write about weight and food and feelings and actions. And in a while I may understand why I am the way I am, why I feel the way […]
August 12 I have to write this down, Father. You know — about what came to me while Evelyn and I were talking. I’ve been saying, “Lord, what are you trying to break me of or detach me from? Tell me and I’ll sneak around and do it myself so that it won’t hurt. […]
August 8 Well, Father, today, so far, has been a pretty good day. Notice how I’m almost afraid to even say that? Why? I guess I’m just so —— that when I’m suffering I won’t like it; can’t quite feel your love; can’t quite see your plan. I get mad at you because I […]