Sadly, we lost Tim's mother two weeks ago to her battle with Alzheimer's. It was a very sudden loss, though she had been fighting the disease for many year, we were still shocked to lose her.
I know we're thankful that she's not having to suffer with the disease that stole so much of who she was far too soon, but at the same time, it's hard to be on the other side wishing we could have had so many more years with her in good health. You can't always have things the way you want, clearly life teaches us that from early on, but the injustice in losing someone who was so kind and wanted so badly to be a grandmother and enjoy watching her own kids become parents - it's frustrating to say the least. I'm very thankful for having known her and for being able to become a part of the wonderful family that she raised and loved.
I should have written this two weeks ago, but I kept waiting to find the right words. I was hoping they'd just come to me, but I don't think they will. I don't think there are ever are the right words, the perfect words to sum up the essence of a person and to describe the void and change in living life after losing a parent. Death is complicated for those of us who are still alive.
(Ruth was an avid hiker, and one of the most memorable things about her was her passion for getting out there in the woods and reaching the summit. This is Mt. Chocorua, which Tim remembers as the first mountain he climbed with her.)