Last night we were at my dad’s house and my sister showed me something extremely special.
My mom’s journal.
A journal she started when she received her bone marrow transplant.
One that she wrote in just months before she died.
A journal that we didn’t even know existed until last night.

She wanted to record the road to her recovery….

I started reading it and had to stop because it was just too hard to take it all in at once. She wrote about how she was feeling. She wrote about our family. She wrote about us.
I picked it up again today and am broken inside.