My dearest Donald This is Sunday evening but I do not think that there can be anything wrong in writing to my husband. I have spent the day with poor Mama who I am sorry to say is no better. My darling it makes me feel so unhappy to see her every day getting weaker. How much I wish you were here to comfort me. I felt so dull and lonely when I came home last night but I prayed to our Heavenly Father for comfort and support in my sorrows and after I had done so I felt much happier. What a blessing it is that in all one's troubles in this life we can look to God for help and He will support and comfort us in them all. Mama has made up her mind to come down to our house as soon as she can, most likely she will this week but till then I have made up my mind to stay all night with her. I know she will