I came across this picture as I was cleaning my office. It made me stop and think for a while. It made me think how can the person in this picture, be the same person I see now? How can my mom, who loved to do crafts, paint, and write family letters, be the same person who can no longer do those things?
She would read and pray for an hour each day and can no longer read anymore. She would love to take walks and now, she doesn't remember how. How can they be the same person?!
This picture seems like a lifetime ago. It is hard to believe we are 7 years into this disease. I force myself at times to look at the old pictures and remember what she used to be like. It is so hard at times. I find those memories slowly fading and being taken over by who she is now. I also find myself seeing her in me lately. There are many times I can say to myself, "that is what my mom would say or do." It is not a bad thing. My mom was a wonderful, godly woman. I hope that I am like her. I hope that when loved ones and friends of my mom look at me, maybe they see her in me. She has always been a big part of my life. I think that is why I selfishly want to keep her around. I am afraid of the day when she is gone.
