Anyone that imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed. Life is like an old time rail journey...delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.--Gordon B. Hinckley
Sunday, December 31, 2000
Letter from Mom
I received a letter from my mom yesterday that was very upsetting to me. I sent her a Christmas letter so I assume that is why she sent it. Amazingly, she mailed it to the right address and she spelled everyone's name right except for Dallin (Dallon). She sent us some recipes and Born Again Christian stuff. There was no note or anything. Receiving that letter was just a painful reminder of her mental illness. It is a reminder to me that I still have a 50/50 chance of inheriting the same gene for HD [Huntington' Disease]. It's not something I like spending a lot of time thinking about, but it's hard not to be reminded of it sometimes. I don't know if I'll be able to deal with my relationship with my mother in this life. It may just be something that will have to get worked out in the next.
Labels:
Huntington's Disease,
Mom's Story
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