It all started with one of those phone calls. Well actually no, the first words I heard were, "well you know your mother is in the hospital . . ." Umm, no. She had another stroke, this time on the opposite side. Perfect.
I did all the things one needs to do to cross 740 miles to my mother's side. Considering I did not know the situation I was flying into, (funeral, major damage, or not so bad), I felt prepared.
Though Mother recovered well, I realized within 3 days that major changes were needed.
Time to Jump Down that Rabbit Hole.
Hi, I'm Alice.