A Letter About Life; Circa 1968

When my mother passed away in early 2008, I was left with all her earthly belongings. Fortunately, for me, she lived in a 650 square foot, 1 bedroom apartment. Everything she owned fit comfortably in a 10×10 storage unit.

And there it sat, for 5 long years, in an old blue Sterilite® plastic storage bin, a 1-page, single-sided letter, with the most current school photographs of my 2nd cousins, taped to the back. When I say “current”, I’m referring to the 1968-69 school year, current.

As fascinating as the photos are, the content of this communication has given me a great sense of pride for the paternal side of my existence. The Selkirk side. Yes, I am related to Alexander Selkirk, (a.k.a. Robinson Caruso), and my roots are firmly planted in Scotland, but what enthralls me most about this letter; the candid look at what happened to my aunt’s immediate family that year…

From the death of a child, a terrible blizzard, and spreading illness; to fabulous trips, a political win, and a Nixon speech, this letter, sent to my mom, is a piece of American history. Life in 1968 was “disconnected”, in the best possible way.

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July 10, 2018

Hey Readers!  I’m back!  I’m sorry it has been so long since I’ve written.  A lot has happened in my little world since my last post.  And a lot is going on currently.  I’ve finally maxed out on my dose of ADHD medicine, and it still isn’t lasting long enough.  Time to move on to something different.  And with everything going on, I really could use more focus!

I’ve been very pleased to see that my adult ADD (ADHD) Facebook page is growing at a steady rate.  It’s getting the word out there about mental illness and adult ADHD, in particular.  You can visit my page by clicking the link…  MyAdultADDPage

Those of us with these ‘invisible’ issues tend to be the most isolated.  We think that we are all alone and no one understands what we’re going through.  Just because we don’t look sick, we’re treated as such.  That’s just not fair.     “It’s all in your head”, they say. “Why can’t you just snap out of it”, they ask. “Get your shit together”, they scold.    That’s like demanding that a paraplegic get up from his wheelchair and miraculously walk!  It’s just NOT gonna happen.  Mental illness is a combination of biological and psychological factors.  Chemical imbalances and non-existent neuro pathways cause chaos in the brain.  Chaos that some folks live with on a day to day basis because they go undiagnosed.  Diagnosis is key.  Awareness is everything.  Medication and therapy can help.

Sorry, for a moment there I thought I was writing on my page. lol  Forgot where I was.  See, right there, perfect example…  ADHD at it’s finest, forgot where I was on the internet!  I’m done. lol

Missing You On Mother’s Day

I miss going to the greenhouse to pick out the perfect hanging basket of pink petunias, they were her favorite. I miss picking out a new set of plaid dishtowels, in just the right shade of country-blue to match her kitchen. I miss standing in the greeting card aisle, tearing up, as I read each and every heart-felt sediment. 

    Every now and again, I look at your pictures and wonder how I could ever cherish a piece paper more. At times, I’ll hear your voice, and it  sounds sweet like a song.  And, I’ll always know that no one could ever love me more than you did,  Mom.  Our relationship wasn’t perfect, and many questions will, forever, go unanswered, but, I know you were exactly who I needed you to be. Being a mother; it’s a labor of love that requires a special kind of person.  You were my person!

Thank you for being my Mom! 

Happy Mother’s Day in Heaven!