I was thinking about my mother today while painting in my journal. She will be moving into hospice care for stage 6 Alzheimer's. The very thing she feared the most about getting because she saw her own father go thru it. It seems like just yesterday we were making dolls together and I was encouraging her to make art. They won't allow her to make art anymore and the only gift I could give her was a stuffed toy. I am not sure if I will get this terrible disease, but it really does open my eyes to the reality how precious life is. My mom is only 23 years older than I. Time is a precious thing and I want to use every moment of it to the fullest. Be happy in the here and now.
