Good call, John, do what you have to do. My own mother is still with us at age 94 - though perhaps that's not really true as I reflect upon my last conversation with her by telephone months ago. Sometimes I think she transitioned from Mother to Friend while I was in High School and then University and she was busy with her third husband and the sometimes poorly fitting fragments of three families. She had long said that she and I grew up together after I was born when she was just short of 20 years old having married just over a year earlier. He most recent decades have been spent in her own home behind my brother's house in Florida with grandchildren and great-grandchildren among her regular visitors.
You could always tug a tear out me, John Kelly. A wonderful, human musing.
Good call, John, do what you have to do. My own mother is still with us at age 94 - though perhaps that's not really true as I reflect upon my last conversation with her by telephone months ago. Sometimes I think she transitioned from Mother to Friend while I was in High School and then University and she was busy with her third husband and the sometimes poorly fitting fragments of three families. She had long said that she and I grew up together after I was born when she was just short of 20 years old having married just over a year earlier. He most recent decades have been spent in her own home behind my brother's house in Florida with grandchildren and great-grandchildren among her regular visitors.
This story would make any mother happy and proud.