Gone Is The Day


Getting older should’ve

Offer everything it could’ve

Not judging what would’ve

Ended what it couldn’t’ve


 Gone is the day where running, jumping, or even walking in daily life. Gone is the memory of that high school sweetheart that never really was. Gone is the time you were one of the only females in a Volkswagen Bug car club. Gone is the memory of your aunt teaching your English class in high school. Gone is the ability to make breakfast for oneself. Gone is your independence.

These are some of the things my mother is currently dealing with. I can’t even begin to tell what it looks like when your parent is having a hard time differentiating reality from a dream. I guess I knew she would get older, guess I never took into consideration, the mind.

The thought and reality that I will have to look into Assistant Living or something of that nature. Considering that I am her only child, everything falls this way. I have no doubt that I will be able to handle whatever is coming. It is just hard to watch the decline. Just thought I’d write something about my thoughts since I couldn’t think of anything else to write.

On a brighter note, I truly hope that everyone had a fantastic New Years and that all of your dreams and goals come true for us all. Each day is a day for renewal, to start fresh and to do better than we did yesterday. It is our duty to grow and to live free and love on purpose.


Mom’s throwing up her “Peace. Love, with a little bit on the side” hand sign.

I told her to stop throwing up gang signs. lol



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