A conversation with Momma

Hank and I just finished a conversation with Freda. I am the “Momma” referenced in the title line. Thelma Louise Parker.
It is a sad day. Hank is remembering sad things from his childhood. How I wish I could alleviate the pain somehow. It breaks a mother’s heart to know her child is aching so.
Perhaps once he arrives home, he will realize that all is not lost. There is a future, and it can be bright. We shall see to it that the pain of old is dead and buried, eventually. I have my own pain to bury, as well. We shall do this together.

Darling boy, I love you,

Momma