Mom is happy in her new surroundings at Wellstone House. It shows in many ways. The blush on her cheeks, the broaches on her sweater, the necklaces around her neck all speak to me when I sit and visit. They tell me she feels attractive and like-able. She feels good about herself. It is clear she is well liked. I know she has much more socialization than she had at Peaceful Harvest and certainly more than she had living in the apartment over our garage. She brings it up nearly every time I visit. "I know you don't want me to come back and live with you." I always remind her it's about her safety, first and foremost. My heart aches for her in those moments though because I know how much she pines for her independence despite her obvious need for help.
Despite the positives, I still fight guilt. It usually attacks in the quiet moments of my day when my thoughts drift to Mom as I live my full life.
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