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326 pages, 68 photographs.
326 pages, 68 photographs.
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Arriving in Indy, and then the parking lot of Mother’s
townhouse, I turned off my truck and thought how
different it would be to enter and not find Dad there. I had
called Mother when I crossed into Indiana, and she said she’
d be at home and didn’t plan to go anywhere. She came to
the door after my knock and had a big smile on her face.
“Well,” she said, “I thought it was you.” We hugged, and
I went in to sit and have a cup of coffee while we spoke
about the trip.
“I’m very happy to have you here,” she said. It’s nice to
have a welcome reception like that.
“I’m very happy to be here,” I replied.
There was never any question in my mind about how we
would get along. We were of the same temperament and
enjoyed each other’s company. If we had been very
different, I probably wouldn’t have moved back for the
caregiving.
I called a few people to let them know I had arrived, and
said that I was at Mother’s home. After the second call and
hearing me say, “I’m at Mother’s home,” Mother said,
“You know this is your home, too.” She really wanted to
make a point of that.
“Thank you,” I replied. She was so sincere and wanted me
to be very comfortable.
Later I took my luggage into the extra room upstairs where
I would be sleeping. It had been a study for Dad. His
library was still there, as well as various wall hangings—
photos of army times, the family, and other frameables he
had collected along the way. His desk was there and also an
old pullout sofa. When I did open the sofa to make a bed,
there was very little space left to walk around it. That
would be fine, as it was just a room to sleep.
During the next few days, I settled in and tried to gauge....
townhouse, I turned off my truck and thought how
different it would be to enter and not find Dad there. I had
called Mother when I crossed into Indiana, and she said she’
d be at home and didn’t plan to go anywhere. She came to
the door after my knock and had a big smile on her face.
“Well,” she said, “I thought it was you.” We hugged, and
I went in to sit and have a cup of coffee while we spoke
about the trip.
“I’m very happy to have you here,” she said. It’s nice to
have a welcome reception like that.
“I’m very happy to be here,” I replied.
There was never any question in my mind about how we
would get along. We were of the same temperament and
enjoyed each other’s company. If we had been very
different, I probably wouldn’t have moved back for the
caregiving.
I called a few people to let them know I had arrived, and
said that I was at Mother’s home. After the second call and
hearing me say, “I’m at Mother’s home,” Mother said,
“You know this is your home, too.” She really wanted to
make a point of that.
“Thank you,” I replied. She was so sincere and wanted me
to be very comfortable.
Later I took my luggage into the extra room upstairs where
I would be sleeping. It had been a study for Dad. His
library was still there, as well as various wall hangings—
photos of army times, the family, and other frameables he
had collected along the way. His desk was there and also an
old pullout sofa. When I did open the sofa to make a bed,
there was very little space left to walk around it. That
would be fine, as it was just a room to sleep.
During the next few days, I settled in and tried to gauge....
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| CHAPTER 4 ARRIVING— HOME IS WHERE THE HEARTS ARE (1991-1995) |
Wherever a man may happen to turn, whatever a man may
undertake, he will always end up by returning to that path
which nature has marked out for him.
—Unknown
undertake, he will always end up by returning to that path
which nature has marked out for him.
—Unknown