The hardest Blog yet
This is the third time I have attempted to write this Blog. I started this blog on March 14. At that time Mom was quickly sinking further and further away from reality. It is so painful to watch. All she wants to do is go home. She sits waiting for her mother or one of her brothers to come and take her home. We all try to explain that she is home and her mother is very happy that she is here with us. But that doesn't last very long. March 14th I sent an email to my three brothers and one sister, advising them that I have a realtor coming on Tuesday to give me some sort of idea what we are dealing with this terribly neglected house, barns and property. This was a fabulous property when my dad was still able to take care of it. Peter jokes about how he always thought I had a very wealthy family, because the house on the top of Bunker Hill was magnificent. The gardens, the lawns, the stone walls, the old ...