To Whom It May Concern–
These are letters responding to a voicemail I received from my estranged mom (Rose) soon after she entered a drug rehabilitation center over 10 years ago. They are long overdue.
These are letters to an addict. These could potentially become viewed as crude, brusque, and vivid. As I build my voice it will start in a stage that is monotonous, self-involved, and trivial most of the time. It’s all in attempts to stay congruent to the tone of my growing relationship I’m attempting to carry on with her (my mom).
I want to discover the similarities I have with her. I will express what I have learned from her and other people and events. I will share with her my views. I know I can do so without fear of losing the love that she has for me. A love that I know will forever remain unconditional.
I appreciate your time here very much.
Warm regards,
Oie
P.S. A couple of years (and several posts) into writing this, I feel compelled to make some amendments to this introduction. This has largely become a venue for me to practice writing; for me to gain a more appropriate voice for sharing stories. Having focused so long on poetry, I have found myself constantly trying to use tropes and test my vocabulary.
A good critique (my own inner monologue, if I do say so myself) would suggest that the continued need to write these letters is a bit excessive. However, I recognize that this has been the best form of therapy for me. I am remaining compassionate, confused, chaotic, and true to my nature—without much fear of how unattractive that may be. I find positive resolutions to how I perceive things, and know that I am capable of doing that through my writings here. I enjoy learning about your perception of me in my development. The commentary and/or support helps me alter my own understanding and mindset. Please always feel free to reach out and share anything you may want to make note of when reading these letters.
Today I played the voicemail left by your mom – I saw it a few days ago but didn’t have the courage to listen, was scared of feeling her loss. But I will tell you, it was a comfort, thank you for sharing all of your intimate feelings and comments thru the letters – she is so much alive through you!
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I too did not want to play the recording, but wow! I’m glad I did. Thank you for sharing your journey with us..those that love your mom and your family!
Love ya, gina
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Mothers are so important and sick mothers can have such a profound effect on their children lasting well beyond childhood. I am not surprised you feel the need to write a series of letters to her. I have exorcised the negative aspects of my mother’s voice from my thinking but still have some way to go with my father. Thanks for your support for my blog. Caroline
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