“There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressible – a wound that will never quite heal.” Susan Wiggs My mom’s Alzheimer’s is progressing. It’s not anything alarming such as her not knowing who I am or wandering off, it’s the little things. She becomes confused more easily, sometimes it is difficult for her to follow a conversation, and she is repeating herself more often. It is heartbreaking to watch my mom slowly drift away. Even at 40 years old, I need my mom. I need her to help me deal with the recent passing of a friend and fellow competitor. I am having a difficult time accepting that my friend is gone. Prior to her becoming ill, she was the epitome of total wellness. She had a radiant, infectious smile that would make her stand out in a crowd. She was an accomplished runner and triathlete, a personal trainer, and a coach. She set the example on how one could live a healthy and activ...