My sweet mom, this disease continues to take you away from me. Even looking back at pictures of last year and seeing the difference now. She is more tired these days. I don't know if that is from not sleeping well at night or her body is just tired. The conversations are not what they used to be. Her words are more jumbled and don't always make sense. I still think she recognizes me a little. I love when she gets the giggles.
Sometimes I wish I could run and keep running until all of this goes away. I want her back. I want my mom back. I want to be able to talk with her and take walks like we used to. I want to be able to share life again. I hate this disease. I hate when it has done to my mom. It has changed both of our worlds forever.
I try to be strong and not let it bother me. I try to see God's purpose for this. I try to remind myself that He is in control and knows what He is doing. But sometimes, I just want to run.
