I should clarify. It's FURNITURE moving day. But seriously, this is a HUGE step. It puts a big, fat exclamation point on a process that has been nothing short of stressful, terrifying, trying, scary, fingers-crossing...hopeful.
Yesterday, Mom and Dad signed all of their admissions documents and Dad said it best: "Those numbers scare me. I don't know where this is all coming from."
Amen, Dad. This costs a LOT of money. There are a lot of moving pieces that need to fall into place in order for this to happen. A lottery win would help everyone immensely. But the odds of that happening are between none and none. So we're going on a wink, a prayer and a plan.
The interesting thing is that along the way, this changed from something we want/desperately need to something my parents' want/desperately need. They can taste their independence and I want SO badly to make it happen for them.
If you're the praying type, please say one or two that this all can happen...without strained backs, pulled muscles or herniated discs. Also say another one that somehow, some way, we can pull together enough resources to keep my parents in a happy place.
Here we go....
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