Today, especially, I want to thank God for a few items precious to my heart:
Mom, the example she's been and the love she's shared.
For showing me it's okay to be strong and determined.
For showing me: God first--always.
For, though at times her thinking was wrong, her heart was always loving.
That God has touched her physically and given me and her an opportunity to share a few more hours, days, weeks.
For helping me--or her, whichever it is--to understand her, or her to try harder to be understood in spite of the hated disease eating at her mind.
To God for giving her a touch of strength.
To God for giving her a long life.
To God, for answering my prayer concerning her.