“When we get to Maine…” Mom often said, as she sat in our new home, here in Maine. Then, returning in the snow from the doctor’s office, we passed the dentist she’d gone to for five decades. “Dr. Ortengren…” she read aloud from the sign, and then turned toward me with a, “I guess we’re home.”
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Oh, Terry, this entry is beautiful!
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Terry,
I’m so grateful for the opportunity to follow your journey. It’s like getting to know you all over again… and it also may be preparing me, should my mom ever find herself on this path. It’s been such a long time since we last saw each other, but I have nothing but wonderful memories of you and Doug. We live in Boston now, so if you ever get down this way, please let me know. I’d love to see you.
Anne
Hi Anne, I’d love to see you too. We’ll have to make it happen one day soon!
I love this!!! I am so happy that you have moved back home!! Plus I love the picture of the Santa’s on the window sill, such an amazing view! Happy Holidays <3
Happy Holidays!