Just a few lines to say that I read further in Mum's letters tonight and am trying to decide how to share them.
Since Dad died in late January of 2003, the months that I have to share are his last days, and they were difficult ones, even though Mum continued to write about the everyday things and mentioned only hints at the background against which they unfolded.
I noticed that she suddenly began to simply start her writing with the day of the week as a heading and no date. I dated them with the help of an online calendar, but it is indicative of the stress that she was under without writing about it.
How I wish I could go back to those months and be with her in them, but I can't, and couldn't then, but in her late seventies, and in frail health herself, she carried a heavy load.
I will continue if I can think of how to do this well, in a way that honours them both. Maybe I will share snippets of the journey--we'll see!
Thank you for caring to read here.