“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.” Henry David Thoreau
My mom is the type of person that justs makes you want to do nice things for her. After my dad passed she lived alone in the huge house they shared for 35 years. The upkeep and maintenance were overwhelming for her. I lived 120 miles south and couldn't just pop up every time there was a need. Like the time her neighbor called and said "Hey, your mom is on the roof with a chainsaw". A family meeting was held and it was mutually decided that mom just needed a base camp to operate out of. She & my dad became ministers late in life. Her heart was to continue working in the migrant camps outside of Tampa so we sold her house or the mini-storage as I call it. She only lived in half of the bottom floor. Most of the house was cram-full of the family's stuff. That was a hard process for her. Going through her life and deciding what to keep, give away, or sell. So she moved the 120 miles south and has lived with us for 10 years now. She had never felt well and...