Two years ago today, my mom died from Alzheimer's. It was a day mixed with joy and sadness. Joy that she was reunited with her family and in the presence of God, and sadness that I would never again be able to touch her or talk to her. I miss her so much, even though I know she is much better off. Alzheimer's is an awful disease that robs the whole family of their loved one. This is a picture of her two surviving children, my brother Larry and me. I don't think she knew either one of us that day. This was a few weeks before her death. She has that far away look on her face. One thing that I am grateful for is that the Alzheimer’s allowed her to relive her favorite times and days. She was a young mother and a young girl most of the time that I went to see her. She was happy. I am fortunate to have grown up in a Christian home with a mama and a daddy that loved each other and that loved the Lord. You just can't ask for more than that. Merry Christmas Mama. I love you.
St. Therese, the Little Flower, please pick me a rose from the heavenly garden and send it to me with a message of love. Ask God to grant me the favor I thee implore, and tell Him I will love Him each day, more and more.