home

Ron had his first surgery the day before we moved into the townhouse I’m sitting in right now. Joe met the movers so I could be with Ron for a while. The movers came and he was still in the hospital. 

He got better. He got worse. 

He died here. It’s never felt like home even though it’s a comfortable dwelling. 

So I stepped out on a limb and bought a house. It only happened with a lot of support from my friends and my sons. 

I haven’t said a lot to many because. Really, just because. It’s been terrifying. It’s the biggest decision I’ve every made by myself. It’s an astounding financial obligation. It’s making a more permanent decision to stay here in the middle of the state. 

It’s moving forward in a huge way.