Alzheimer’s has trapped you here physically, Mom, in a body that no longer reflects the vibrant person we used to know. It’s a cruel sentence I wouldn’t wish on anyone, yet it has befallen the best person I’ve ever known.
It’s much too difficult to comprehend this awful truth, to wrap my head around the cold reality of it all, so instead I try to believe - to wish with all my being – that your beautiful soul has moved onto a better place.
A place filled with all the things you adore and all the loved ones who’ve passed on. A place that feels as if you’ve returned to a long-lost home, a familiar and comforting respite from the arduous journey you’ve faced on earth.
I like to imagine in this glorious place, you’re reunited with your beloved parents, reminiscing and sharing stories about the good old days.
I like to imagine you’re dancing to a Beatles song with the wind rippling through your hair, the warm sunshine on your face.
I like to imagine you’re enjoying a day in nature, smelling the sweet fragrance of a bed of roses, and basking in the bright melodies of nearby songbirds.
I like to imagine you’re cozied up underneath a soft blanket, reading a treasured book or your favorite ‘People’ magazine.
I like to imagine you receiving wet kisses from sweet, furry family friends who crossed the rainbow bridge long ago.
I like to imagine you’re catching up with dear friends, smiling, sipping iced tea, and reveling in the joy of community.
I like to imagine you laughing with wild abandon, your joy radiating outward, creating a ripple of happiness that lifts everyone around you.
I hope that from where you are, Mom, you’re looking down on us, your family, and that we’re making you proud—filling you with love and joy. I hope you see that your legacy and light live on through each of us, so your memory and impact remain eternal.
I hope that from where you are, you can feel how much we love and miss you – so much so that it hurts. Some days are harder than others, but we’re doing our best without you here. We hope with all our hearts that someday we’ll be reunited—beyond the beaming moon and brilliant stars, across majestic galaxies, until we are right there with you. Right there, where you’ll greet us at the door with your beaming smile and comforting hug, just as you always did whenever we returned home to you.
As I close my eyes at night. Mom, I imagine you in this glorious place, free as a bird and soaring high above the clouds. No more worries, no more disease, no more pain, no more fears. Just pure, unequivocal, childlike joy that fills your days from dusk to dawn. This is where I imagine you to be – these are the gifts I imagine you to receive after dutifully and nobly living your life here on earth. This is the glorious place I imagine you will be, Mom, when you’ve officially earned your wings, when it’s time for your soul to soar.
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