I sit quietly and realize that God has been taking care of me this whole time. Maybe not in luxurious ways. Maybe not an easy life. But through protection,provision, good health, surviving hard days and always having just enough to keep going.
I cried like a baby today. Grieving someone who is still alive is one of the hardest things to go through. My Mima is here and I have the pleasure of taking care of her daily, but she is not MY Mima. Dementia took her away from us. 💔