Next week, my parents are moving into the house across the street from me. Directly across the street. The wave-“hello”-in-the-morning-as-you-pick-up-the newspaper-from-the-driveway kind of proximity.
My dad is suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease and my mom is suffering from…well, from caring for my dad. They both need help. When the house across the street became available, as a rental, it seemed like one of those just-in-time answers to a prayer.
It still does, even though I am anticipating difficult moments. But I’m anticipating blessings, too. I’ll keep you posted.