By: Ann Burnside Love
Before I moved to my independent living retirement
community, I admit I was bugging my children for information or assistance
undoubtedly more than I realized. They have always been good-natured about
this, but their demanding professional and family schedules didn’t really have
room for things I impulsively just picked up the phone and asked about. (Especially
irksome to them when I didn’t remember I’d already asked………….) Anything sound
familiar yet?
