For My Mother--1912-2012
Oh, Mother, I'm facing John's death. As I write this he struggles to breathe in the hospital. I don't think he will be coming home again. We knew this day was coming ever since his diagnosis, but now that it's here, I can't bear it. And you're gone, too. My world seems so empty. It would be so much easier to bear if I could see you and talk to you again. How I miss our gab fests. You understood everything--and even agreed with me--you were a wonderful supporter. I want to ask you if my Poodie is with you. Our beautiful boy, so young still, so many years left. He loved you so much--remember how he defended you against strangers? I hope he is with you and you both are well again and able to romp and play together. Soon John will join you. Take care of each other and don't forget that I love you. I know this is a fantasy. I know I'll never see any of you again. It's a dream letter and yet it makes me feel closer to you. Kiss my Poodie on his nose. Tell him I miss my 'Noser.'