My mother is 65 years old. She has always lived with someone else. She lived with family and then got married to my father. That was 45 years ago. They lived together for nearly 45 years.
When Dad died in March, Mom moved in with me, my husband, and our three children. She watched as her entire life, everything she worked for, everything she lived for, was erased before her eyes. She lost her soulmate. She lost her house and all her belongings. She was lost herself.
Tuesday she started a new chapter in her life. My mother moved into her very own apartment! See her smile!
I am helping her get back on her feet. I am making sure she has everything she needs. Together, her new life starts now.
Naturally Kenzie and I had to check out the pool! The kids love her new apartment. Furniture is slowing going to be delivered but give it a few weeks and this place will feel like a home. Mom’s home.
This phase in life is a step forward for my mother. A little bit of independence and something to call her own. Good luck, Mom. I’ve got your back.
Oily Minded Medic 