Where Does My Help Come From?
On Saturday I held my newly born granddaughter for the first time and I slipped my hand under her blanket
Sharing the stories, emotions and lessons of life's challenges and God's grace
On Saturday I held my newly born granddaughter for the first time and I slipped my hand under her blanket
Today my daughter came home from feeding Mama breakfast excited to share the news. “Mom,” she said, her face glowing,
The hospice workers are pretty amazing. Such compassionate, gifted people. Today Mama had her hair shampooed and nails filed, by
I tried to talk to Mama as I fed her the Easter dinner I’d brought over. But she’d mostly either
I was over at Mom’s today as a new care giver was being trained in. She’s a refugee from Kenya
Last night, like most nights now, I fed Mama her supper. She doesn’t pick up her spoon much anymore, so
A few years ago in this journey with Alzheimer’s, I used to ask Mom, “Do you know who I am?”
Learning lessons of manna… I was struggling with depressing thoughts last night. The news these days is so heartbreaking and
The other day Mom said, “You have me and I have you.” And I’m so grateful for this moment that
Mama sits in her clean dress, her hair still damp from washing. I clip her toenails and file them down.