A Letter to the Dearly

 

A Letter to the Dearly

Dear Mom,

Yes yes I know its been a while since I’ve written

some days its just heard to keep up with all of the things going on

and to remember to write is just another thing going on

that’s why I’ve not written.

That’s not the best excuse I know, but this pandemic thing has 

crowded so many things out of my mind and replaced them 

with rules, and new techniques and tricks, like who ever 

Thought about hanging a mask from one ear?

Does that look stylish to you? I’m not sure that my upbringing 

prepared me for a world wide pandemic.

I mean, how do we eat with a mask? This mask on and mask off

thing is really tricky.

Anyway me and the kids have been coping, hanging in there and 

in general continuing to abide.

The food shortages that existed a few weeks ago have disappeared 

for now and there is plenty of TP for everyone. 

The other day in the store I even found Clorox wipes for eight 

dollars!

The kids are still growing like the September ragweed, sprouting up and

spreading the sniffles.  Yep, those allergies have attacked the whole

family. We do have that DNA connection so its all honest. It’s quite the job 

keeping the kids fed, clothed and educated. 

My job is still a pain most days. Once in a Blue Moon there will be a 

couple of really nice days, then it’s back to the bump and grind.   I know 

you never like to hear me diss my work, but there are times when the 

daily schedule becomes intolerable and nearly drives me to drink.

By the way a friend found some PBR at a great price at the BrewHaus so 

I have enough beer for  a while yet.  Speaking of the house, our drainage 

problems have gotten worse. After a heavy rain we have those puddles up 

against the back wall and under the back porch. We keep getting that mold

in the kitchen so we keep on using that bleach to kill those mold germs.

Departed

Well we finally drove out to the cemetery and made sure the grass was mowed 

and your stone had not disappeared into the ground. 

It’s been twenty years now and Damn it, I cannot remember your voice anymore. 

I’ve got pictures on my wall, but they cannot conjure your voice and its just gone from my mind.  

I hear your words, but with no tone, like those foreign robots reading the text on those YouTubes.

That’s it for now. I’ll drop this letter into the box so it will join all of the other 

letters from me. 

Until next time,

Your loving daughter,