I’ve tried not to write about this. I’ve restrained myself many times. But maybe you can handle the truth. And
The glass-door hutch above Mom’s small desk in her living room startled me today. It was all clean and arranged
I gained a new perspective today. I hope I remember it. I gave Mom her bath and got her dressed
Mom came walking down the hall as I was going into her room. I stopped and gave her a hug.
Some days Mom’s new normal hardly fazes me. Other days it totally exhausts me. Today is one of those other
Some days when I just feel like pulling my hair out, I need to just stop and brush it instead.
Such lessons of love I see. Oh, dear sons and daughters, please pay attention. As I prepare things for Mom’s