Thanks for your patience.
I've been AWOL since late last week, when I learned we would be able to fast-track a crisis nursing-home placement for my mom, living alone with advanced ALZ in the absence of my Dad, who passed away June 24. It's very early days, so we can't tell how Mom will adjust to losing her home of 57 years. The suburban Scarborough home where I was raised was on a plot of land with 44 trees and two enormous vegetable gardens. It was Mom who financed the purchase, with her disciplined accumulation of War Bonds.
It's not too early to thank the Ontario government-funded caregivers who provided superb home care, though, or close friends Allison Nowlan and Lynni Bronsten, without whose open-ended support of both Mom and myself would have made this traumatic transition impossible, rather than merely near-unbearable.
I wish you all such selfless friends. As for the home care-givers, my parents became fast friends with these efficient yet affectionate companions, as perhaps half a dozen CCAC contracted health professionals rotated through our lives over the past five years. Yes, your tax dollars at work. A bargain, I would say, acknowledging my bias. I've always been proud to live here. Now I feel even more grateful than usual to be a lifelong Ontarian.