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[[/left margin]] 1981 Now that Dad has been gone more than a year you have been more thoughtful of me than ever. It has meant so much. I really tried hard to be a good and understanding wife and mother God has given me courage 
thanks again [[/left margin]]

Mother, Tonight I saw the "White Cliffs of Dover". It was the story of an American girl who married an English Baron. She had one son. His name was Sir John. It was a play of shear beauty in her love and pride in that son, Sir John. On his death bed she knew she would never see him alive again and yet she was proud because he had been everything to her that a mother could desire. The audience was still, Mother, as they witnessed the most beautiful thing in the world, the love of that, of every mother for her child, and warm tears spilled from every eye. 

I was in that audience, Mother. I  think that I became a little more a man, a little more a son. I unlocked a love, a desire that had been jailed inside of me for along time. It splashed down my cheeks, and filled my heart, and at least for the moment, the whole of my mind. At the same time I wanted to bow

[[bottom margin]] I cherish many happy memories of your childhood [[/bottom margin]]

[[right margin]] Jan. 7-1980 Again I read this. There are no more words of praise I can say. You continue to be the most thoughtful son anyone ever had.  
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