I went to see Mother today at Buffalo. I didn't know how to talk to her. A sadness hung in the air that was impossible to cut. She's 84 years old and I couldn't talk about what you and I might. She seemed to be concerned about lunch and getting a letter mailed.
A gray cloud hangs over our family threatening to break out into tears at any moment. We ask why, we know why, we ask why again. My sister, Jennie, is in third stage liver disease and has only been given a couple months to live.
My brother and I are going over the mountains to see her on Saturday. It will be the visit we don't want to make but must make - probably the last time we see her when she will know who we are.
A neighbor hugged me last and said " No tears, no love!" Lots of tears. God bless you, Diane
