All that we behold is full of blessings. ~ William Wordsworth
Yesterdays post about Alzheimer’s disease killing my mom was honest. It wasn’t meant to be anything other than that. I have experienced many emotions throughout the course of my mom’s disease. I’ve been sad, frustrated, joyful, embarrassed, protective, impatient, scared and yes angry. But I’ve also been grateful. And of all the emotional ups and downs this disease brings — gratefulness is my gift and comfort to myself.
My mother is still on this earth, she is in good hands, and I get to tell her everything in my heart over and over again.
Yes, I am grateful for Alzheimer’s disease.
Because of Alzheimer’s . . . .
- My mom is free from the worries of the world and is generally happy.
- I am closer with my parents because I am more involved in their lives.
- I am also closer with my brother and sister who are my partners on this journey.
- I have a pretty good idea of how and when my mother will die — it’s a gift in disguise.
- I appreciate and treasure every moment I have with my mom, and those I love.
- I know how and why to strive for fitness and health — including brain health.
- I’m healthier than I’ve ever been.
- I see the fragility of life, and I try not to take things for granted.
- I’m trying to live with intention and mindfulness.
- I have a good reason to run!