I am in the last group. I have always been afraid of the dark, and one light, shining through my window at night, gives me comfort. So I leave my blinds open at night, since Ronnie died, and I know I am not alone. What a comfort that street lamp is. A big brave sissy I am! So good night, sleep well, and don't worry, you are in God's care.
Love to all
Mom xxx
February 25, 2009
Letty was in fact a big worrier, about things large and small. She worried about whether I was wearing warm enough clothes when I was middle-aged. She worried about things she had no control over in the larger world. But it wasn't until she wrote this piece, that I learned she was afraid of the dark. She never told me why.
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