The largest part of my energy and time has been devoted to caring for my mother this year as her Alzheimer’s worsens. I haven’t shared much of this journey, partly because it is so intimate but mostly because the journey alone leaves me with little time to share.
I gave my mom a bath yesterday. Grace wove a tender tiny thread through the awkwardness to stitch together a patchwork quilt of emotions that I tucked around my trembling heart.