My mom turns 80 today. I'm going to take her a butterscotch sundae for her birthday. I'll set with her and feed it to her. She won't know it's me, but I will be there. I pray all the time that after eight years with this awful disease that she might wake-up in heaven. Mom is content with the now because she remembers nothing else. But I remember. Lord please heal her, take her home and let her dance around your throne.
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