Long road but the path ahead holds hope.
She was truly the glue that kept us all together. She would often prepare and give food baskets to the needy especially at Christmas time.
She would always add extra little treats and always something for the mother of the Hosue. Usually a little Avon treat as she was the local Avon lady for some time.
When she was 60 she began to drift a little from eccentric to odd. This progressed slowly to Alzheimer's disease. My sister God bless her, has enough of her own challenges in life, but took to ensuring my mother was well looked after. She took her to Alzheimer's day care, sat with her often and saw to her being secured in a loving care facility when the time came. This was no easy task, with lots of family interference.
I am not sleeping so well tonight. If I had a night like this as a little girl, I would creep down stairs and often find my mother baking pies and bread. She would look at me with half a grin and pretend to scold me for being up and hand me a warm piece of doe. I still love warm pie dough. I loved more that I had a little bit of my mother all to myself.
Miss you my dear mother. Kisses to the sky.