The risk I couldn’t afford not to take

December 4, 2014 3:51 PM

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The risk I couldn’t afford not to take

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I’ve spent this week in Cleveland helping my parents pack up my childhood home. I'm sure my doctor won’t be thrilled to learn I made the trek, but it was a trip I felt that I needed to take. My dad bought the house 52 years ago— so many memories. It's hard to believe I’ll never again sleep in the bedroom I shared with my sister until I left for college.

We moved my parents into a so-called independent living home, which will become an assisted living home. Needless to say, moving from a five-bedroom house and adapting to 1,000 square feet took a toll on my parents. It’s like the end of an era.

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