My Son Took His Family To Hawaii Without Me Until I Called The Movers On Thanksgiving

would feel lonely.

Instead, I felt free.

Over the next four months, winter turned into spring. At Meadowbrook, I built a new rhythm. Tuesdays were book club with Ruth. Wednesdays I helped seniors learn how to use smartphones. Thursdays I painted watercolors in the art room.

My apartment filled with little joys: flowers from the market, new pillows, my continue reading …