Mom's lived alone at Bay Valley for twelve years now She's been strong keeping it together, though I don't know how She loved that dream condo, always keeping spirits high Sitting by the eighth green watching deer and golfers go by

The last couple years have slowly taken quite a toll Watching Mom grow older kinda tugged on every soul We gathered as a family trying to do what's right Little did we know we'd start the biggest move in sight

Sherri said, "I've got an idea, Brandon's on board too." "We'll move into Mom's basement, it's the least that we can do." It sounded like the perfect plan till we opened up that door... Aunt Marge had left enough behind to open up a store.

Brad and Amy hauled a million boxes every week Brad's shoulder kept reminding him that he wasn't twenty-three Every load we hauled away looked like we'd finally won... Then we'd find another corner full of brand new junk.

Move-in day was getting closer, time was running out Sherri wanted every box and cabinet clean, without a doubt Mom said, "Clean the carpets first before they move downstairs." One more job got added to the list of our repairs.

Mom bought them a washer and dryer, shiny, white and new Costco said they'd bring it... someday... maybe... who knew? Tracking numbers changed each day, deliveries came and went Waiting on that washer took more patience than getting through Lent.

Mom once rode her chair lift with some furniture on her lap Halfway up she found the drywall with one unexpected smack That hole's still there to remind us that Mom would try so hard She didn't care about the danger, she gave it no regard.

I wrote a family contract trying to cover every base Keeping everybody happy in one complicated place Funny how the biggest headaches were never in the words Family drama has a funny way of getting on your nerves