This is the blog I always knew I would write one day, yet it’s the one I’ve dreaded the most. Today, with a heavy heart and a soul full of love, I share that my sweet, wonderful mom has finally gone home.
On September 23, 2025, my mom passed away peacefully, surrounded by love.
It’s a strange and complex mix of emotions—the deepest sadness of losing someone who’s been such a vital part of my life, and a quiet peace knowing she’s no longer suffering. Her spirit is free now. She’s home.
My mom’s journey with Alzheimer’s disease was long, painful, and difficult. For reasons we may never fully understand, she struggled deeply with the changes it brought. Accepting help, especially from anyone outside our family, was something she could never come to terms with. Losing her independence was a transition she fought every step of the way.
Despite our love, our visits, and our constant efforts to make her feel safe and supported, she often felt alone. The sadness she carried was heavy, and watching that was heartbreaking. Yet, in moments surrounded by family, we’d see glimmers of the woman we knew… the vibrant, loving soul who always lit up a room. For brief, precious moments, her light would shine again.
It wasn’t until her final days that true peace finally found her. We surrounded her with love, compassion, and reassurance that she wasn’t alone. We held her, spoke to her, and loved her through her final breath. For that, I’ll be forever grateful.
Mom was never afraid of death. She often told us that when her time came, she would be sad to leave us but joyful to reunite with the loved ones she’d missed for so long. And now, I believe she is—embraced by those who went before her, finally at peace.
As I grieve the loss of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, I also feel a calling to carry her legacy forward. Her story doesn’t end here. I’ll continue to share it, and I’ll continue to speak openly about our experience, in the hope it helps someone else walking a similar road.
The outpouring of love and support during her final days and after has meant more than I can express. Thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart. That kindness and energy will not end with me—I intend to pay it forward.
Losing my mom has deepened my empathy and strengthened my purpose. It has renewed my commitment to help families and clients navigate their own difficult journeys. Everything I learned from caring for her, both personally and professionally, I will now pour into helping others find dignity, understanding, and love along the way.
Mom, you may be gone, but your legacy carries on.