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Gratefulness + Loss

This year Thanksgiving has a much deeper meaning for me. You see, last month my mom passed after battling dementia for several years.


It’s been a bittersweet few weeks.


Bitter because the loss of a mother is something so poignant, it's hard to put into words.


Sweet because she’s no longer fighting the horrendous sickness that slowly and methodically robbed her of her most precious memories and then came back for her organs. This is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies.


It’s devastating to watch someone wither away day by day, week by week, month by month, for many years.


They become someone unrecognizable and the grieving process for those left behind gets drawn out into excruciating years.

The day I got the phone call that she passed in her sleep, I felt a huge load being lifted off my shoulders. The sense of sweet relief that she was no longer suffering, that she was in peace, was overwhelming. After many tears were shed, my ‘mom’ instinct kicked in and I got busy getting ‘things done’.


Some of you may be able to relate! It was the only way I was able to move forward. I had to bring closure to this situation so I would be able to move on.


The process included traveling to Seattle, dealing with doctors, the nursing home, funeral home, her things, going through old pictures to put a slideshow together, making sure my sister was ok, and so many more details that needed attention.



As we approach this Thanksgiving season, I’m more grateful than I’ve ever been…


...for my faith


...for my family


...for my friends


...for my clients


I would not have been able to make it through this difficult time without each of these things.


THANK YOU for caring, for calling, for sending cards and flowers, and offering love and support.


We need community, and I look forward to one day re-paying each of you in your time of need.




Happy Thanksgiving!


(The top right picture is me and my mom when I was about 7 at my childhood home in Argentina and the one after that is my mom watering her beloved plants at the same home. This is how I choose to remember her. Happy. Well done Mama, rest easy.)

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