I Wrote My Son Daily from a Nursing Home with No Reply until a Stranger Came to Take Me Home
A New Beginning: Jude’s Story When my son Tyler told me it was time for me to move into a nursing home, my heart shattered. I was 81 years old and had just been diagnosed with osteoporosis, which made it hard for me to get around without help. My health issues were too much for Tyler and his wife, Macy, to handle. “Mom,” Tyler said, “we can’t be caring for you all day. We’ve got work to do. We are not caregivers.” I was shocked. I had always tried to