“Stop calling us,” my three children warned me. We each have a life to live, so I did. Before they abruptly showed up at my gate with their husbands, my grandchildren, and a manila packet they swore was just standard paperwork, none of them had checked on me for three months. The keypad lit red when my son entered the access code he had been using for ten years. My oldest daughter moved toward the surveillance camera and yelled, “Open the gate, Mom,” as his smile faded. Before dinner, we need your signature on something. I realized they weren’t there to celebrate Christmas at that very moment.

“Mom, open the gate up.” “I specifically told you not to come here.” “It’s the holidays.” “I am aware.” “The grandkids are so excited to see you.” Dangling the grandchildren …

“Stop calling us,” my three children warned me. We each have a life to live, so I did. Before they abruptly showed up at my gate with their husbands, my grandchildren, and a manila packet they swore was just standard paperwork, none of them had checked on me for three months. The keypad lit red when my son entered the access code he had been using for ten years. My oldest daughter moved toward the surveillance camera and yelled, “Open the gate, Mom,” as his smile faded. Before dinner, we need your signature on something. I realized they weren’t there to celebrate Christmas at that very moment. Read More