These days as a mother without a mother seem to slowly move forward.
I find myself wondering what my life would be like with my biggest cheerleader still on this earth.
Would I be braver?
Care less about what others think?
I know that my security lies in who God says I am.
I know that I am seen, loved, chosen, and adored.
Yet, I struggle with how my mother was taken from me.
With a horrid disease that slowly killed her.
Memory by memory, one body function at a time.
Alzheimer’s is a silent thief.
My sadness lies with the thoughts of the “what ifs”.
The grief seems to never end because my memories move on.
Without her.