September 25 1892
Dear Brother
Again I write to let you know how affairs are at home. Father continued to fail slowly until this morning when he quietly passed away without the slightest struggle. He had been slowly failing all summer, loosing his mind little by little, forgetting nearly all that happened yesterday, though remembering
[pg 2] all that happened years ago. If I could have known how near the end was I would liked to have you come home, but it was so uncertain. I thought he would linger for a month or two and it would be difficult for you to leave home so long. Tho neighbors have been more than kind, there had been no lack of help thro, I feel a lonesomeness that I nothing could bring. it is what I might have expected any time for the last year. Will write [pg 3] again in a few days. Will have the funeral service at the house tomorrow afternoon. With love to the folks, will close.
H C Gorton
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