Part 3: My daughter-in-law pocket-dialed me at 7:15 this morning. She never knew I answered. For nineteen minutes I sat at my kitchen table with my tea going cold and listened to her and my son plan, in detail, what they were going to do with me by Christmas.
PART 3: THEY CAME TO TAKE ME AWAY“Mom… I didn’t schedule this.” Mark’s voice was barely louder than the refrigerator. The doorbell rang again. Thomas Reed looked at me. “Dorothy, …
Part 3: My daughter-in-law pocket-dialed me at 7:15 this morning. She never knew I answered. For nineteen minutes I sat at my kitchen table with my tea going cold and listened to her and my son plan, in detail, what they were going to do with me by Christmas. Read More