I know

I know I am going to lose my mom to Alzheimers. I am going to lose my best friend. Someday, I will lose me too. Just as Mom lost Grandma and Gramps. By 36, you would think I had grasped this. I can’t believe I will lose her. I try to let go with each thing she forgets, but I don’t see her forgetting. I still see Mom.