April 27, 2017

Home Again, Home Again

It's good to be home, We were gone almost three weeks,

The weather in Fayetteville was gorgeous, highs in the eighties and clear skies almost all the time. In addition to working on Danielle's house, I also took a two mile walk almost everyday. Lost a few pounds and got some sun.

We also looked at some houses in that zip code and in a neighboring county. There are some incredibly beautiful homes in Spring Lake, the town where Danielle lives; way out of our price range of course but very nice. Her neighborhood is extremely well kept, the lots are large (she bought a ranch on a 3/4 acre plot), there are no cookie-cutter homes and the people are very friendly. I met a few of them on my walks; friendly Southern folk.

Last week we had the neighbors from across the street over for dinner; he's retired Army and works for the same Special Forces contractor as Danielle. Very nice couple with two children.

Danielle will be going to Ft. Bennington for jump school so she might miss her cousin's wedding in June. She doesn't know the exact date yet so we'll have to wait a bit.

We drove back to Maryland last Saturday and got most of Mom's financial affairs settled. She had several accounts squirreled away over the years and some of the institutions would not give up any information until we had filed our power of attorney forms with them. My sister and her husband have done an incredible amount of work maintaining her finances and assisting with her care. At least we know that there are sufficient funds to maintain her in the assisted living center, even at a higher cost due to the level of care she is now receiving.

This is what Dad would have wanted. Mom is failing rather quickly but is still feisty. She has very low heart function left and congestive heart failure will do her in, maybe in a few months, or a few weeks, it's hard to say. But knowing Mom, she could go to the end of the year perhaps just because she's ornery. Either way, it's in God's hands.

When we moved Mom out of her condo in Hauppauge, Long Island in 2015, we packed up a ton of her stuff and moved it into my sister's garage. Caren said Mom had boxes of photos that we should go through. We finally sat down and did so on Friday. I couldn't believe some of the old photos. A few were almost  100 years old. I saw some pictures of Mom when she was all dolled up in her late teens. She was stunning. By time she was twenty she already had my sister (1948), I followed a eight days less than a year later.


Woodsterman (Odie) said...

Nice to be home after all of that traveling huh. Sounds like your family is spread out all over the place. Did you get to meet Curmudgeon while you were there in NC?

sig94 said...

Odie - Curmudgeon lives in NC? I didn't know...

DUTA said...

Everything is in God's hands.

LindaG said...

God comfort you all and bless your mom.

Welcome home. Glad it was a safe trip.

GruntOfMonteCristo said...

Sig, sorry to barge in, but yes. Curmudgeon lives somewhere near Charlotte, NC. It would have been out of your way on this trip, probably.

Awesome of you to support your daughter near the start of her career like this. We are doing something similar to provide backup for our son, who is a newly minted Marine Pfc stationed at Yorktown for a while before deployment. Since I work nearby, it was possible to be around for him, deliver his pickup truck, etc. Those guys can use all the support they can get. All the best to Danielle.

BTW, I noticed you are writing for PCP now. Good luck with that. I enjoyed doing that for a while, as well. C is ok, but Mike is not at all what he seems at first. I really wish someone had warned me about him before I started. Let me know if you have any trouble with Mike, not because I could help at all. I couldn't. But I'd be happy to commiserate and share some stories that might make you feel better! ;)

sig94 said...

Grunt - our very best to your brand spanking new PFC. In Harms Way is his path now and we pray for his safety.

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