Getting to Know You

The lake, pretty and peaceful, a nice place to chat...

​“It’s been a tough few years. My dad had been sick for a while before he died, then mom fell and broke her arm and hip.”

Gasp. “Oh, wow! How awful! That’s when you moved in with her?”

“Yeah. At first, I hired someone to stay with her while I was at work. She hated that, but I couldn’t not work. Then Covid hit and I started working from home. I’ve been doing so ever since.”

“Can she walk now? How old is she?”

“She’s 72. It hasn’t been easy for her. For a while, she was really depressed. But she’s one of the lucky ones. She’s regained her mobility, and she’s finally becoming herself again. To the point that I’ve been thinking about moving, getting back into my own place.”

Moving? But, well, of course I understand.

“You’re a good son. Would she be upset if you move?”

“I don’t think so. And I probably wouldn’t move far. I like it out here.”

So do I. I like it better all the time.