Mary was packing her things. She was, at the age of 84, leaving her home of 57 years. So many memories. Moving to a vibrant independent living community, to try and re-establish a normal social life, and make the most of her days such as they are now.
I was helping her. Got her cane, some warm coats, and as many houseplants as we could carry. I took a cell-phone-photo of the handprints she had us kids paint on the wall in the hallway, when I was 8 years old. What a fun, simple, time. Rummaging thru…Read more