Her son
Wednesday October 09th 2019, 9:49 pm
Filed under: Friends,Life

I had just pulled out of my driveway when I saw him at her door. It had been a long time but that had to be him.

I stopped the car and rolled down the window.

“Are you John?” I called over.

“Yes. Are you Alison?”

There was a mutual sense of relief in having a face to match the messages. And in each other’s willingness to be there for his mom.

He brought me up to date: in the hospital still but doing well now, but she can’t come home yet–her house has to become more elderly-friendly first.

The work has begun.


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Indeed, it has…

Sending a prayer of gratitude for the support she is receiving.

Comment by Suzanne in Montreal 10.10.19 @ 5:28 am

Oh, I’m happy to hear she is doing better. Kudos to you and the neighbors for looking out for each other.

Comment by Mary 10.10.19 @ 5:05 pm



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