Today would have been my mother's 87th birthday. She died four years ago, on Valentine's Day, of a brain tumor, after suffering from Alzheimer's Disease for a decade.
The older I get the more I see of her in myself. Some things please me. The way I laugh. The way I hug my own children. Some things scare me. The way I am starting to need naps. The way I am starting to "lose my tongue" halfway through a sentence.
But one thing comforts me: we have the same Saviour. Thank you, Jesus, for Ruth Gertrude Ekstrom Tichacek; for the life she gave me, and the Life you give both of us.
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