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#1832: Willa Cather to Beatrix Mizer Florance, October 30 [1945]

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Dear1, it was loving and understanding of you to write me. I have had my share of losses and sorrows, but Roscoe5's death is the first thing that I shall never recover from. It has broken a spring somewhere inside me, and I have been ill ever since. You see we had always kept so close together. Five times he ran on from 2 Wyoming6 to spend a few days with me in New York2, and when he was so ill after he moved to California7 I went to San Francisco8 and spent the summer there, doing pleasant things with Roscoe and his wife9. She and I were always absolutely congenial, and long ago I spent many happy vacations with them in Wyoming. I have always 3 been very fond of their three daughters10 and have been able to do pleasant things for them.

There is no one among all my friends who can in any sense take Roscoe's place. We wrote each other often—two letters from him reached me in Maine11 after the telegram announcing his death. And they were very jolly ones. He was not ill at all—went to bed after a happy day and did not wake up. What a lovely way to quit this world. He always had that gentle dignity.

Thank you, Dear Trix. I wish Mr. Florance12 could have known Roscoe better; he would have liked him.

Lovingly Willa
Mrs. Sidney Florance1 Red Cloud3 Nebraska NEW YORK, N. Y.2 OCT [illegible] 1945 FROM CATHER 570 PARK AVE4., NEW YORK CITY2