I sent letters to my son every day from a care facility, but he never responded. Then, a stranger arrived to bring me back home.
When I found out I had weak bones at 81, I realized I was losing my ability to move around and do things on my own. My son Tyler and his wife Macy told me I couldn’t live with them anymore and proposed that I go to a nursing home. “We can’t take care of you all day, Mom,” Tyler said, sounding somewhat uncaring. “We need to get things done.” “We are not taking care of anyone.”
I felt very sad. I always tried to avoid them, quietly moving around the house with my walker, but it seemed like it didn’t work. I begged Tyler to allow me to stay, telling him that his father, my deceased husband James, had constructed the house for us, and I wished to spend the rest of my life there. However, Tyler remained unaffected. “Mom, the house is too large for you.” Macy and I need more room. We could have a gym, different offices… there are many possibilities for it.”(check next page )
