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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Love from Patsy

Torrance
6 Jan 83

Dearest Mary and Irish,

We were so pleased to receive your beautiful Christmas card and message. I know, in a small way, how difficult the Christmas season must have been and I'm deeply saddened by the distance that separates us.  I am also beginning to realize just how much my sister meant (and means) to me, and I know that a just God will give you the strength to bear the burdens you have been asked to bear during the past few years. We pray that you will find the strength, and I know you will, to cope with any burden a just Lord will place upon your shoulders (and heart)! I'm sure that Mike is a good father and that Ann's children will not be neglected.

Our Patty spent yesterday with us and read and reread your letter and she reminded us of happier events during Ann's youth in Roscoe. Naturally your letter as are all the letters we receive from Pennsylvania will be read and reread by all of our children. The Good Lord has blessed us.  I sometimes wonder why as I know I don't deserve it. When I remember all the sadness I brought to Mother when I was "growing up".  Thek's mother will appreciate the Mass you are offering up.  Thanks!

Maureen is doing fine and has a wonderful position (Northrup's only "woman manager"). Stephanie is still in school and Jennifer is happily married -- no great grandchildren as yet. Kevin and Renee are so excited.  They are expecting a baby in March. Lou and her family are fine and luckily Mark got out of the construction business just in time.  Mark, Zoe and children spent the week between Xmas and New Year's with Sheila, Jerry and Mike.

After reading your letter, I tried to think of a quotation that bobs up in my mind from Millay's Renascence.  All my prayers and love for you and yours, Pat


The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky
No higher than the soul is high
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.       
But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat—the sky
Will cave in on him by and by.

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