Anxiety setting in big time as I lay in bed trying to sleep. Heading to Philadelphia in the morning in preparation to walk on Sunday, Mothers Day in the race for the cure.
I can’t even put words into the feelings. At a loss to be able to explain even to myself.
Tears flow and I can’t seem to stop them.
The shirt for Sunday was made by a dear friend who has an amazing gift of making such meaningful things. The shirt holds the photo of not just my mom and I but also of three friends with their moms who have passed.
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