A parent comes home

Well, Mom is home. There were times when I thought I would never write those words. We have been through so much in these past two months.

Dad was never able to come home, but then, with his dementia, home was lost to him. It was lost to Mom as well for awhile, but happily she seems comfortable being back at home.

Of course, I know more dark clouds probably lurk on the horizon. Is there still cancer in my Mom’s body? That’s the next bridge we have to cross.

But today was a good day. And that’s what matters the most.

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