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 Jon?” 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.