Dear Mom

I wish you were here so I could tell you this in person. Things are looking up lately and I think you'd be proud of your twin sons. Bryan got a nice promotion at his job and he has managed to keep your old car on the road- no small feat, that. 300,000 + miles! He is doing quite well, all things considered.
Chicago has been good for him.

I've found a group of great folks who are running a brand-new radio station and they've given me an important role -Production Director. It's hard, but it's easy too because it makes me happy - like I'm a part of something better and larger than myself. Like I belong. I don't have to explain loneliness to you.
I start a new paying job next week as well- but you know how I feel about jobs. I'll do well and make decent money, but I'd rather just win the lottery and play guitar all day.

If you can read this, then you know what Steve did, because he's with you. I wish he'd had your strength. He needs forgiveness too, I'm trying to realize this. It's been difficult, but there's been progress. The anger is slowly receding . Be patient with me and be kind to Steve. I know you will.

I recently found some old photos from 1966- 1968. Your babies were kinda goofy-looking, but you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

I wish you were here. Your children miss you.

Love ,
Allan