As I mentioned previously, my mom was diagnosed with dementia. (I lost my Dad to Alzheimer's). Both are terrible diagnosis which can rob you of your loved ones in a long good-bye.
While we were in Ohio, my mom's disease spiraled out of control, to the point where we became a true irritant to her. The disease won and drew a "line in the sand" in our relationship. My mom is receiving the best care that can be provided at this point and from there, I'm placing her in God's hands and trust and have faith that He will bless her in meeting her needs that I just can't meet. There's a lot more I could write about how awful this situation is and how truly sad I am - but, I'm trying to be grateful for what I do have and not focus quite so much on what I don't have (and never again will have) in a relationship with my mom. It's a burden that we as a family have been challenged to deal with and we'll cope as best we can.
I have to say that I have the best hubby and son in the world...they have shown me nothing but compassion and unconditional love. I pray that I might reflect their grace with me onto others... Having said that, I just have to share what my sweet Ian did for me...my not-so-little son bought these beautiful flowers to help cheer up his mama. This was such a touching gesture on his part - and I might just have to remember this the next time he gets a little lazy and barks a little bit about keeping his room clean. :)
As I love to do, I have turned to my stitching for comfort. There's just something about the rhythm of putting floss to fabric that soothes me. This is my progress on Little House's "Battle Hymn of the Republic". I'm heading towards the finish line on this one and hope that I can do a happy dance before too long. :)
Hug your family and hold them close - let's never forget how 9-11-01 changed each of us... There truly is no place like home...
I *cherish* my faith that sustains me through the trying times...