For some reason, I felt the need to read past entries, specifically starting the summer of 2021. That was when Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and I began attending services more regularly. Things were changing so rapidly and services was one of a very few constants in my life during that time. Reading these entries knowing now that they documented my mom’s decline gives me new insight to how I was feeling then. I was so scared and unsure, but it was also when I realized that the community really was my safe place and would always be that, especially when Mom was gone. I will always be grateful for that.