I have been thinking about you more than usual this week. Mother's Day is Sunday, and I couldn't be more thankful that you are my special mom. I think most about your patience, love, and generosity. I am amazed at your ability to mother three children so well. I think about the time you would take to do something special with each of us individually. You hardly ever asked for time to yourself. You lived in a purposeful way; modeling what it meant to serve your church, family, and friends. You have left a legacy, and that is one of the greatest gifts a parent can give their children.
I have never said it aloud, but our relationship changed when I learned you had Alzheimer's. Maybe it was fear that caused me to pull back when I found out you were sick. I felt like the clock of a ticking time bomb had begun. I miss our talks and I know you do, too. Now, I love just spending time with you, helping you remember things we used to do. I love those moments when you look at me, a sparkle in your eyes, and you nod your head in slight remembrance. I know you still understand the depth of my love for you, and I want you to know how much I cherish our bond. It is because of our bond that it hurts so much to see you suffering. I pray that one day God will open my eyes to His purpose in this.
I love you so much.
Happy Mother's Day,
Your Gingie Bain