The first year after her death was a rough one for me, second was
a little better, and in the third I was able to go back and finish graduate school.
Then then in the fourth year, I began a successful career, and in the fifth one I
published my book Waiting for the Morning: a Mother and Daughter's Journey
through Alzheimer's Disease. I'm in the eighth year now, and I've gone on with
my life, though I still miss my mother, especially around holidays
(especially in the Spring--with her birthday, the anniversary of her death, Easter, and
Mother's Day) and wish I could sit down with her and tell her all that has happened since.
I've been keeping these thoughts, poems and pictures here for seven years now, and it
has helped to think of the good times we shared.
The dates below are when I wrote the text on the following pages,
not the dates of events or pictures found there; Sorry for any confusion.