I, Gracie by Sharon Sala

I, Gracie, survived . . .
When Mama announced to our family that she had dementia, my brother and sisters insisted they couldn’t help. They had their own lives elsewhere, after all. So, I gave up my dreams and spent the next nine years caring for Mama alone, losing her bit by bit, and nearly losing myself in the process. I, Gracie, started over . . . After Mama finally let go of this world, I let go of that world, too. I left the nightmare of my life with Mama, my family, and West Texas to start over in a new place, far away. It took some doing, but I have a new job, a safe place to live, and even new friends and a man who loves me, broken as I am. But . . . I, Gracie, am scarred . . . Until my past is buried like Mama, I keep my man waiting—struggling with what was and not trusting what is or could be. I, Gracie . . . Am on hold . . .still trying to let go.