After my mother passed (at age 84), we wanted Daddy (who was 89 at the time) to move in with us. He said “No, this is my house. It’s not a home anymore without your Mother, but it’s still my house”. My mom and him worked hard and saved their money for a long time to get that house built. He lived another 4 years, in that house, in wonderful health until he fell in the breezeway and hit his head.
After my mother passed (at age 84), we wanted Daddy (who was 89 at the time) to move in with us. He said “No, this is my house. It’s not a home anymore without your Mother, but it’s still my house”. My mom and him worked hard and saved their money for a long time to get that house built. He lived another 4 years, in that house, in wonderful health until he fell in the breezeway and hit his head.