When 2013 ended I was happy. I’ve never been a fan of the number 13 and was glad to just get out of the year alive. I knew 2014 had to be better. But in the end, it wasn’t.
In February 2014 my mom fell. My family didn’t realize it at the time but she had dementia and slowly going away from us. In and out of the hospital since February 26th, one of the days that I will never forget. Then on May 6th she broke her back helping my dad up out of the floor. He wasn’t hurt but it was the beginning of the end for mom. She lost her battle on July 9th.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. Most nights find me shedding a tear or two as I head to bed. I just want to wake up for one more morning and find her there, back to her usual self.