Saturday, April 27, 2013

Moving. After 63 Years

A couple of weeks ago we moved my Mother-in-Law from her home to an assisted living facility.  It was the only home she's lived in since 1950.  It is where she raised 7 children, who in turn have blessed her with grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and even great-great-grandchildren.

She did not want to move, and wasn't afraid to say so.  But at 90 years of age, the doctor told her she could no longer live on her own, and she did ultimately abide with the decision.

The new place is extremely nice, and she'll receive great care, have more social engagement, and ultimately will be happier.  It was the right move at the right time.

Here's a photo of her and the moving crew in the new place:

The move didn't come without angst, trepidation, fear, and maybe a little anger.  Heck, she'd lived in that home longer than some folks just plain live.  But there was lots of family to provide support, reassurance, and help through the process.

One such moment I happened to capture with Mrs. YDP and her Mom:

To me, the photo above captured the entire weekend.  

I'm proud of all of my in-laws.  They handled a very tough situation with effectiveness and care.  But I'm most proud of my Mother-in-Law, who handled the move the way she'd handled many of the curve balls thrown at her throughout her life - with courage and faith.

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