All that I am, I am thanks to my mother. The weather couldn’t make it’s mind up on whether it wanted to share its sun or not, but that didn’t stop us. We bundled mom up, took her down to the beach, carried her across the sand and plopped her down on a chair. It was cold, she was having difficulties, but we were able to catch a couple smiles here and there. Something about the ocean air gives her energy and brings a little sunshine to her ALS riddled body. Mom, you are a fighter, a heroine, a lioness. I’m sorry you are suffering and know that you have thrown in the towel. It is ok. I get it. I wish I could ease your pain and lessen your suffering. I love you.
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