Today is the 9th anniversary of my mom’s passing from early-onset Alzheimer’s. When I think about her, this is the image that comes to mind.
My grandma had lung cancer. My mom whisked her away with us for a family vacation. I was young, but watching the way they interacted was something special. They loved to make each other laugh. Always hugging, always touching. True love. I adored my grandma, and it wrecked my mom when she passed much too soon.
After, she poured all of that love into us. Our friendship was the same way. Lots of laughing, hugging, dancing, and talking. I miss that so, so much.
Now that she’s gone, I try to pour my love into my son, Riley. As he gets older, I know his world is expanding. More friends, less time. But our friendship keeps developing too. These trips to DC are something we share now, just the two of us, fighting for something that matters but also having fun, hanging out, laughing, talking and being together.
I love it. think she’d love it too. 💜