My mom and Bill are moving Gramma Joyce
into a swanky nursing home tomorrow.
It's time.
It's actually past time;
she probably should've moved a year and a half ago.
Even so,
I feel quite sad about it.
For Mom.
For Gramma.
For me.
For all of us.
I didn't expect that.
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