In those three months, Mumsie spent a lot of time at Yale, made a couple of trips back and forth to the local hospital here in New London, but has spent the bulk of her life these last 13 weeks staring out this window:
summer. She turned 80, but that didn't stop us from celebrating, oh no. And my Dad died, and she hated that she had to miss that.
But now, those days are over. Because yesterday, all that changed.
But Mumsie is not that kind of person.
Welcome home, Mumsie!
(And don't worry, you're home for good now. We've locked all the doors and windows just to be sure.)