I am trying to come to grips with the fact that my 27 year old son has been diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia in January of this year. 
So, here I will place my everyday letters to my daughter whom I lost to SIDS in 1978, Most will be just an account of the mundane life of a working wife, and mother. I hope just keeping an account of what is going on, I will be able to help myself to keep things in perspective.