Hi Mom,

I don’t know how the mail service is in heaven, but here goes nothing. I never felt that I told you how important you were to me. Like the time I came home from the army after serving in Korea and I laid around the house doing nothing. You said, “Get a job, I’m not feeding you anymore!” Well, I applied for a job to appease you. Of course, as you know, I spent forty years working at General Motors. Thank you, Mama.

The first marriage was a bust. I don’t see the kids and you know I never want to see my ex. But life goes on. My second wife is a good woman. We have been married over thirty years now. Of course, she can never cook as well as you did.

I miss you, Mama, the older I get. There were so many things I wanted to say but words are lost in this vacuum of a brain. I would like to say that I will see you when I die, but Mama, I will be going in the other direction. I hear it’s too cold in heaven and I happen to like warm weather.

So, Mama, I hope this note gets to you. I love you, I miss you.

Your son,

Danny, age 78

PS-Remember, Ma, I was the pretty one. Not my brother, Nick, or my sister, Mary. Just kidding.