I lost my mom earlier this year, to Alzheimers. It's strange, I don't miss how she was at the end, because she hated what was happening to her and didn't want to go on like that, so it was a blessing when she went. But I find myself missing my mom of a few years earlier...yet that mom has been gone even longer.
I am reaching points in my life when I'd like to ask her how she felt when she was at these points, but when she could have answered I didn't ask because I wasn't there yet, and now I'm here and she's not.
She was a wonderful mom.
Laurie