Although we have never met, I wanted to thank you, for
everything. You gave birth to me on 5th August 1955 - in
the years of sensible. All I know, you worked in a bank; you
met an agricultural student; you had me, named me
Patricia and you blessed me with the most wonderful
adopted Mummy and Daddy, ever.
You gave me a perfect body, toes, fingers and the neatest
tummy button ever.
Real life is not like stupid depictions on TV when kids find
out they are adopted - I would never ‘blame’, I have no
right to judge - nor would I. I just want to thank you.
I don’t know, but hope you are still around, somewhere,
and I send all my love.
Sadly my beautiful, wonderful Mummy died when I was
8, but you and them gave me the love/genes to adore and
rescue everything four legs, fur and feathers - I’ve
been doing that for over 60 years - maternal I’m not,
but fuzzies are my life.
I don’t know ‘me’ at all, but I am kind, generous, loving,
too soft, sensitive and giggly. Much of that, I believe comes
from you. I am alone now but I will always
be so grateful to you and to the best adopted Mummy and
Popsy - he looked after me my whole life x
I’ve had the best life you could imagine - all this, because of you.
Thank you so very much.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mummy. xxx
Last three letters contd. November 2015
Good Morning Saturday 25th July 2026
You must be old if you have a purse or a wallet.
What medical conditions seem more common now than when you were growing up?

