Handwriting

I was going through some stuff today and saw my mom's handwriting on a piece of paper. As I held the paper in my hands, tears filled my eyes. Just holding something my mom held now has so much meaning for me. With this piece of paper in my hand I had an overwhelming feeling. How did my mom handle all of this and how am I suppose to take over? My mom had a strength like none other and when that strength started to weaken it was a sign of bad things to come. I have realized that her handwriting is a visual to what was going on inside of her. The envelope I was holding with my mom's writing was from a long time ago. The writing was nice and smooth and each letter was finished. Compare this to writing from the past year, you will find writing that is not readable and the lettering blurs together. A piece of me wonders if things could have been different if this was caught sooner...