Letters to Taylor: On Dementia You are an expert. My Girl, It’s almost time to turn the lights out once again. Night has come and after preparing you for bed, I’ve paused with my usual thought. Is there anything else you need? I wish you could tell me, but we’ve passed that hurdle long ago. Words no longer come to your lips and now, the only sounds you make are the occasional painful … [Read more...] about Letters to Taylor: On Dementia
Grief Journey
Letters to Taylor: On Gratefulness
Letters to Taylor: On Gratefulness You’ll never know how grateful I am for you. Dear TayTay, You’re sleeping now, though it’s noon, and it seems that’s all you’ve done lately. Next week is Thanksgiving and I’ve been working on the menu and shopping list. It might seem silly, but I remember how well you ate the sweet potato casserole last year. I’m excited to make it again for that reason. … [Read more...] about Letters to Taylor: On Gratefulness
Letters to Taylor: On Heaven
Letters to Taylor: On Heaven I don’t know how you do it. My girl, We made it through your shower and now you are sleeping peacefully. Friday was such a good day that I thought maybe you were on an upswing. After not smiling for months, you smiled right at me! Your eyes said, “Yes, you’re my mom and I love you.” You did the same thing for Daddy. So precious. Don’t worry; I heard you loud … [Read more...] about Letters to Taylor: On Heaven
Letters to Taylor: On Anger
Letters to Taylor: On Anger You’ve never shown anger and yet you have so much to be angry about. Hey there, my girl. You’re sleeping again this morning after barely eating breakfast. The house is quiet and I’m trying to work in my office below your room. It’s not working out so well. I have my lists and I’m ticking off each task as usual. But my mind wanders and I find myself wondering why … [Read more...] about Letters to Taylor: On Anger
Letters to Taylor: On Control
Letters to Taylor: On Control You’ve lived each day with your body refusing to be under your control. Morning, Tay. I’m thinking you’ll wake up any minute, but it’s strange how I keep checking to see if you are still breathing. My eyes play tricks on me because the rise and fall of your chest is barely there. Paranoid much? I’ve discovered that I’m not afraid of death itself as much as I fight … [Read more...] about Letters to Taylor: On Control
Letters to Taylor: On Expectations
God put writing in my DNA. I don't quite understand it, but He did. So while our family walks this journey of Taylor's progressively slow decline, I felt impressed to write letters to my girl. I decided she would want me to share them with you. Letters to Taylor: On Expectations You are different than the baby girl I prayed for. I wish I could do something. Anything. But instead, I sit here … [Read more...] about Letters to Taylor: On Expectations