This is the big weekend that my two sisters and I move my mom out of the house she and my father shared for many years.
Shortly after my father died in March, my mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. It's been such a double blow for the family.
As an R.N., she had self-diagnosed a while back but didn't say anything to us because my father was so ill. Her role was caretaker. But apparently he was doing his share of taking care of her as well.
It's the end of an era, moving her out of the town I grew up in.
Fortunately she will now be closer to me and other family members.
Fortunately she she will be living in a brand-new, very nice senior assisted living apartment complex with her own one-bedroom apartment.
Fortunately my father was a long-range planner and much of the expense of this is (at least temporarily) handled.
Fortunately my mom wanted to move.
Fortunately my sisters and I are all working together.
I need to keep focusing on my fortune--and focusing on what's good, because so much isn't.