I have learned

I have learned....

Life is short, even when you're 88. My mother has 6 mos. to a year to live. She has stage 3 dementia and has been having strokes. She has brain damage and she no longer can swallow comfortably. The doctor wanted to put in a feeding tube. We won't/can't allow that. She pulled constantly at a brace when she broke her arm, I can imagine the havoc if she pulled a feeding tube out. The doctor's solution was to keep her drugged. I have learned that life at any cost is not life - it is just painful existence.

Hopes and dreams can be crushed in an instant. The loss of my two grandsons proved that.

Joy can come in small, energetic packages. We spent last evening with my living grandson, Sam, who celebrated his fourth birthday. He played and laughed and giggled and energized my heart and soul.

That love is unending and boundless. My daughter who has been devastated by the loss of two sons had the endless love to hug me and ask how I was. She gave me a gift of comfort that I am so grateful for.

That life, although uncertain, is still worth living.

Wishing you all bright blessings.