My mom has been living in Florida for twelve years. She moved to the Panhandle with my stepfather to retire. They built a lovely home that was hit by hurricane Ivan six months later but rebuilt and were enjoying their life together.
Nine years ago, my stepfather died and Mom has lived there by herself.
My mom has Parkinson’s disease and has battled its effects since she was in her forties. In the last couple of years, as she has approached her ninetieth birthday, the disease has been getting worse. A few falls and then a medication snafu that caused her physical condition to weaken, made it impossible for her to continue to live on her own. At the time, we tried to coax her to move back to the Midwest, nearer to family. But it was to no avail. So, with much coaxing and disappointment, Mom had to move to an assisted living residence last July.
Her health has continued to deteriorate and now, we wish even more, that she were close by. My brother and I have been talking to her about moving; coming back and letting us take care of her while getting to know her great-grandchildren and spending time with family.
Finally, last night during a weekly conference call, she told us to go forward with arrangements. It’s hard to believe she has agreed! I am so happy and anxious at the same time. We have been waiting for this and it finally going to happen!
Mom is coming home!