June 7, 1944- #165

Dearest Gay,

I forgot to mark down my letter number when I finished writing you yesterday so I don’t know whether this is right or not. Well darling, here it is our third wedding anniversary. We aren’t together this year but I guess we can consider ourselves lucky that we have lived together at least half of those three years. Some people have done better than that and some haven’t been as fortunate. I am writing small today because I have a lot to tell you. I hope you can read it. Yesterday afternoon I received a beautiful bouquet of red roses from you and they were really wonderful. I was so surprised. They were all real tight buds and it is so cool here that they are still buds today so I think they will last quite awhile. I want to thank you Butch because they are really swell. It made me miss you more than ever if that is possible, and the fact that they were all beautiful dark red roses meant more to me than any others. They came at a time when I really needed them to lift my morals. I had first come home from the doctor and I was pretty low. Gay, you have always said that I haven’t been telling you everything and up to now there hasn’t been anything to tell you but yesterday when I went to the doctor it seemed that everything was wrong. Of course it isn’t as bad as that but it seemed that way to me at the time. I had gained too much weight and my blood pressure was too high and there was a trace of albumen in my urine. The only thing that really bothered the doctor was my blood pressure. It was 140. He gave me some new medicine to take 5 times a day and I should come back in 10 days so there isn’t anything to worry about he is watching me close and the folks say everything is O.K. but they have to get my blood pressure down. I am supposed to lay down morning and afternoon.

Lots of love and Kisses from Your doe