My daughter-in-law laughed as she gave me a $2 scratch-off for my 73rd birthday. Ten months later, my own son shoved a senior living brochure in front of me and said, “We already picked your room.” They thought I was too old to fight back. They had no idea what I had been hiding.

“But you’re family.”

“We are.

Family means we’ll keep loving each other even if we live in different houses.”

That night I called Colin.

I told him Lucas was worried and suggested they explain the move in a way that didn’t place responsibility on a child or turn me into a threat.

He sounded weary.

“We are looking at smaller places.

It isn’t all about you.