dreading the day
Just got off the phone with my sister. Tomorrow morning, I head up into Harlem and we begin sorting and "divvying up" the items in my mother's apartment.
It's a city-owned building, and they want to do a complete renovation of it (and long past time, too); if memory serves, they would find another place for Mom -- if she were ever going to come out of the nursing home/hospital rounds.
But she's not.
It's a city-owned building, and they want to do a complete renovation of it (and long past time, too); if memory serves, they would find another place for Mom -- if she were ever going to come out of the nursing home/hospital rounds.
But she's not.