July 21, 2012
My brother and I were going to get pizza when he mentioned that he's planning on buying a house with my mom. The news left me in a state of puzzlement. She's going to need someone to take care of her, he said. And my kids need a yard. It's no problem taking care of mom as well. It sounded good to have mom being cared after by family, meaning my brother or me; but I questioned his ability to do so, admitting that even I have trouble. It wasn't until later, alone, that I realized the pieces don't fit.