When My Parkinson’s Got Worse, My Children Started Whispering Behind My Back, Took My House Keys and My Papers… Then One Morning, They Drove Me Into the Mountains and Told Me to Get Out

A cabin?

A safer home?

A beautiful surprise?

No.

They gave me something much more important.

They gave me back the feeling that I was still part of their lives.

That illness had changed my body…

but it had not changed my place in my family.

And for the first time since Martha died, I looked at the future and did not feel afraid.