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.
It was their choice.
On the way home, I thought about how strange it was that a smaller house might hold more dignity than a grand one, if everyone inside it understood their responsibilities.
PART 18
The following month, Jessica asked whether we could talk.
I expected another disagreement over money.
Instead, she came to tell me something about her own mother.
“When I was growing up,” she said, “my grandmother lived with us.
My parents talked about her as if she couldn’t understand things.