Tom and I moved Becky into her condo yesterday, and now every part of my body is in pain. Am I getting too old for this?
Anyway, this post is not about me. I can’t believe I’m writing about “Becky’s condo”. I don’t have my calendar handy but I believe we’re at the half way point on our journey to Becky’s independence. It was last November that I received the phone call that changed our lives. Becky was awarded individualized funding to support her goal to live independently. I guessed at that point that the process would take about a year.
I think we have completed about two-thirds of the work. First I hired three support workers and trained them, and now the move. The final part may take a while as we prepare Becky for her new environment, and search for an appropriate room-mate. In the meantime, here we are; new home, new life. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much….
Life with Becky 
One day at a time, one breath at a time. When I was in panic mode my sister would ask, “Are you breathing?”. Always a good starting point. Best days ahead for you and your family.
Thanks for your advice and kind words. My Mom used to say, “keep putting one foot in front of the other, and you’ll get there in the end”…so I keep plodding along. 🙂