Mom was widowed just before Halloween this year. She married at twenty-four. Practically an old maid back then, but she still went from her father’s house to my father’s house, and never in her 76 years has she ever lived on her own.
The other evening I called to check on her. I call in the evenings because, having been widowed myself, I know how lonely they are as darkness creeps in and settles in for a long night. However it was my sister who picked up the phone and, after exchanging catch up information for a few minutes, informs me,
“So our mother is not home.” Read Full Article