Yesterday, I scattered Mom's ashes on her burial plot. My sister and brothers chose not to be there. It was a bittersweet end to a life well lived. The cemetary was just how I remembered it only older. It is a nice place. And it was what she wanted.
Now it is time to move on. I will always remember her. She gave me so much. Now it is time to make sure I pass on the same to my children and grandchildren.
a journal about keeping the memories of my mother who suffers with Lewy Body Dementia
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