Lovely to hear this. It makes all the difference, doesn't it. Hope you have taken a screenshot.I'm grateful this week that I stumbled upon a blog post someone wrote about a story I'd been serial posting a while back.
No worries, you're fine.Thinking about gratitude... I remembered I wrote a gratitude blogpost a bit back here: https://medium.com/new-writers-welcome/why-gratitude-is-something-to-practice-c84849c345ad
This is not meant to be self promotion... and I'm new here, so if this isn't really allowed, let me know and I'll remove this post/link.
But yeah, I think practicing and expressing gratitude is so friggin' important.![]()
I'm so very happy to hear that. Thank you for sharing it with us. (I think what I love most is that she stayed out for 101 years - though it must have been pretty worrisome for you, lately.) They will love her, in her new home. I think you're all very lucky to have each other.After years of adamantly refusing to even entertain the idea of moving from her house where she's been living alone since my dad's death in 2000, my mother has FINALLY agreed to go into assisted living - just shy of her 101st birthday.
Her mind is sharp as ever, but her body is failing, and she's very frail. I am so, so happy and relieved and grateful that she's realized she can't "do" for herself anymore, and I can't wait to see her ensconced in the beautiful place we've found for her.
My grandmother, (long since gone), broke her hip and ended up in a nursing home. Much as she often complained, when we'd visit she'd happily introduce us to all the friends she'd made there.After years of adamantly refusing to even entertain the idea of moving from her house where she's been living alone since my dad's death in 2000, my mother has FINALLY agreed to go into assisted living - just shy of her 101st birthday.
Her mind is sharp as ever, but her body is failing, and she's very frail. I am so, so happy and relieved and grateful that she's realized she can't "do" for herself anymore, and I can't wait to see her ensconced in the beautiful place we've found for her.
Mom has a sweet one bedroom apartment, with a nice little kitchen (no stove, thank goodness - she caught her sleeve on fire two years back), an accessible bathroom, lovely dining room and other facilities, transportation to doctor's appointments, and people to help her 24/7. She actually sounded excited about it when I talked to her today. So, so glad.My grandmother, (long since gone), broke her hip and ended up in a nursing home. Much as she often complained, when we'd visit she'd happily introduce us to all the friends she'd made there.