Her Greatest Adventure: How I’m Remembering My Mother’s Death after Alzheimer’s
Eleven years ago, I walked into my mother’s room in the nursing home and found her finally at peace. Today, I’m remembering my mother’s death after Alzheimer’s disease.
It Is Well with My Soul: Two Years Later
I struggle with contentment. I’m a perfectionist, firstborn, type A, always looking for something better, worried about the future, and a slave to my own expectations. The week of my mother’s death was much more difficult than I had anticipated. I was just sure that after years of watching my mother suffer and decline in…