After my mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself. All I thought about was what I had lost and what I would never have.
All the things my mom and I would no longer be able to do and all the things we would never get the chance to do in the first place.
Being 25 at the time, I had just started to build an adult relationship and friendship with my mom. We had just started to repair all the damage from those dreaded teenage years.
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