I lost my mother last week to Alzheimer’s disease. We were wonderful friends and she was a delightful parent and support to me throughout the years. I will miss her very much. During the services, I was brought back to many childhood memories and experiences that I alone shared with her. In Judith Viorst’s poem book, “If I Were in Charge of the World,” her poem SUMMER’s END says,
“One by one the petals drop.
There’s nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?”
I take comfort in the fact that I had this wonderful person in my life for 53 years. I wish it was much longer, but I feel lucky to have shared that valuable time. She was a great early childhood proponent, even before it was popular.