Dear Mom –
Ugh, I miss you like crazy. I just feel like all these
little things are happening that I want to talk about, and no one will understand
their significance or hilarity like you. Come back? Please?
You would love E so much. She’s such a funny little girl. I
can’t even begin to describe her in one short letter because there’s so much to
her. She gives the best hugs and the drooliest kisses. She bites me when I
brush her teeth. She knows so many words, and can identify a number of Disney
princesses. She likes to wear boots over her jammies. I could go on and on, but
I guess I’ll just have to trust that you’re watching her grow up and smiling along
with me.
Dad is doing so much better. His condition is still very serious,
but I think the diagnosis was a wake-up call for him. He’s lost a lot of weight
as a result of making better diet choices, and he looks fantastic. He seems to
be in better spirits too. I think once we get some decent weather here, he’ll
be even better. You know he’s happiest when he’s outside working on his yard.
We think Zach and his girlfriend may be getting serious. He’s
been staying with her in her hometown this week while she recovers from
illness. Apparently he does dishes at her apartment sometimes (Grandma told me
that) and he was taking care of her dog while she was sick. Maybe that doesn’t mean
anything, but I think it might. I’m good with it. She’s a sweet girl; I think
you’d like her.
I had American Idol on in the background the other night
while I was straightening up the house. It’s just not the same anymore. I don’t
think you’d still be watching either.
Leonard Nimoy passed away today. I’m wondering how Big Bang
Theory will address it – you know Sheldon would be devastated. I still can’t
watch that show without thinking of you. Even in your last few weeks with us, we
were still watching it. You in your hospital bed in the family room, me sitting
in an uncomfortable chair resting my feet on the edge of your bed. I was
probably eating cookies too. You always made sure to have cookies around for me
to snack on, even after I was married and not
living at home anymore. Thanks
for that.
I’m serious… could you just come back? Just for like an
hour? I’d take five minutes or even just one. I miss you.
Love,
Kate
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