Mother's Day - May 8th, 2016
Today I feel like writing and say: thank you for giving birth to me.
I know that it wasn't easy for you. You already had given birth to eleven children before me, and it was tough while you carried me in your womb. How tired you must have been. Your life wasn't easy. You worried about food for the ten at home. It was 1935 and it was tough for you and many other mothers. The Depression was hard—a tough time to live. You didn't have money for food. I don't know how you did it, but somehow you survived.
Many babies suckled at your breasts, and you had enough for me when I came along. Thank you for feeding me and keeping me warm and safe. And later, when you and dad, with eight children, had to move to an orphanage to survive, and you had opportunity to let me go to different parents, you didn't give me away. Thank you for keeping me with you and my brothers and sisters. Thank you for loving me and keeping me as your son.
Well, here I am, soon to be eighty-one, and I just felt like writing this letter to you, to say thank you, and that I love you.
I know that you have a good life where you live now, and I am happy to hear that things are beautiful and really good for you, and that you are experiencing a lot of happiness. This makes me feel good when I hear these things about you.
I feel well, but one never knows about life here. I may see you again soon. I've had a good, long life, and I have never forgotten you. You were a good mother and a really good woman. I hope the things I have done in my lifetime have made you happy that I am your son.
I love you still … Happy Mother's Day!
Your son,
Joseph