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My mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died.

She’s been gone for almost a decade.

Early-onset Alzheimer’s disease took her from me.

But I still find signs of my mother everywhere I look.

My mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died.

I still find her handwriting on post-it notes in her old books.

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I still find her name written in crayon inside an old table drawer.

And I still find my mother’s face in old photos and home videos.

Because my mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died.

I still find her favorites like Elton John, the Beatles, Elvis, George Jones, the Judds, and the Jackson 5 in my musical repertoire.

I still find her influence in my taste in fashion, film, literature, and music.

And I still find my mother’s childhood, college, and family stories in my mind.

Because my mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died.

I still find her fears and sadness in my own anxiety and depression.

I still find her philosophy and beliefs in my faith and worldview.

And I still find my mother’s kindness and patience in my brother.

Because my mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died.

I still find signs of my mother everywhere I look.

I still find her talents and sense of humor in my daughters.

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And I still find her likeness in my own face in the mirror.

Because my mother left her mark on everything she touched before she died.

Originally published on the author’s blog

Lauren Flake

Lauren Flake is a wife, mom to two girls, watercolor artist, seventh generation Texan, and early onset Alzheimer's daughter. She is the author and co-illustrator of two award-winning children's books for grieving preschoolers, Where Did My Sweet Grandma Go? and Where Did My Sweet Grandpa Go?, and the editor of Love of Dixie magazine. She loves green tea, dark chocolate, and collecting all things turquoise.

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