Thanks to all of you, my GD family, for your prayers and support. The phone calls and messages have been much needed and welcome, and have shown me how blessed I am to have been led to this site and to you. Words cannot begin to describe how much you all mean to me. I love you all.

The hardest part for me so far has been telling the boys. I dreaded that moment, and it hurt like heck to do it. We sat together and had a good cry afterwards. I only wish I could've had a 2nd set of arms--they each should've a pair holding them tight.
My mother's condition was pretty well progressed toward the end. She was unable to do much for herself, and there were times that she wouldn't recognize me, even though she knew who my boys were. From beginning to end, it was a short, rocky ride. The signs started manifesting themselves only about 5 years ago, and we didn't feel the need to place her in full-time care until the fall of '07. She's in a much better place now, back with my father--the love of her life--who passed 10 years ago last month. She was never completely happy unless she was nagging him about something! I've heard that when we move on, we're back in the body of our youth...if so, there's gonna be trouble in paradise!