I Know that if Home Is Where My Mom Is, then My Home is Now in Heaven
If home is where my mom is, then my home is now in heaven. I never get to go home again. Not on Earth, anyways.
If home is where my mom is, then my home is now in heaven. I never get to go home again. Not on Earth, anyways.
We don’t do anything flashy or fancy at Christmas.
But we do remember the people we’ve lost.
For years, my husband and I wrestled with our presentation of Santa Claus to our young daughters. We watched well-meaning Christian friends decide to forgo the tradition altogether. We hesitated to follow suit because we cherish our childhood memories of St. Nick but we are careful not to use Santa to control our children’s behavior….
If your heart is broken this Christmas, I get it. I see you. And I’m giving you a pass.
My mother needed us to love her until the end of Alzheimer’s disease. My grandmother took this photo of my mother, my husband, and me over a decade ago. It was Thanksgiving Day, six months after my mother’s initial diagnosis with early onset Alzheimer’s disease. And it was seven years before the end of Alzheimer’s…