The Home A Mother Built. And A Middle Daughter That Tore It Apart.
I've been thinking about Ma a lot, lately. I'm not sure why. I guess because I have been working on clearing stuff out, again. The only things left of her in her bedroom are the bed she never slept on and the recliner that she was always in. Obviously, the recliner has changed over the years. The one in there now is one we managed to get for her a few years before she died. She was having trouble getting up out of the old one she had - which now lives in the living room and my dolls love it. So we looked into options and actually found a place that donated this one to her. It sits higher than most recliners and the seat lifts up so that she could get up easily. The bed, on the other hand, has been there a very long time. The mattress was only slept on a few times - usually by one of her grandchildren, possibly my younger sister, and myself for a few days when I first moved back here. Other than that, it's purpose was to act as a very flat couch for those of us that wa...