Mom turns eighty Saturday.
A series of strokes have left her with limited use of her right arm and leg. She spends her days and nights in a La-Z-Boy recliner at Bickford Cottage. She has trouble speaking. But her mind is clear, she still has a great sense of humor, and she continues to be one of the happiest people I know.
When I start feeling ground down by the world -- as I do this week -- I think about her.
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