Cecile moves into her son’s home in an attempt to find comfort when her husband, Henry, dies. When she arrives, though, her daughter-in-law forces her to choose between a nursing facility and their gloomy, uninviting basement. What occurs if Cecile chooses a different course of action?
It is distressing to lose a spouse after forty years of marriage. Although loneliness is sensed right first, it gets more intense over time.
Nothing prepared me for the loneliness I felt after my spouse Henry’s heart attack death. I was overcome with grief and wanted nothing more than to be with my family.
My two sons are Jack and Edward. Edward relocated to Oxford immediately after graduating from college in order to pursue his academic goals. Every evening, he gives me a call to simply talk about our days.
Conversely, Jack resides in close proximity to me. He has a son named after my husband and is wed to Lucy.
I’ve been attempting to determine whether to sell the house, accept Jack’s offer to live with him, or move out on my own since I’m now living alone in this large house that Henry bought when we were just starting our family.
I made the decision to give Jack a try. It would provide the utmost solace. I had no idea, though, that Lucy had different ideas about where I would stay.
While I settled into my new house with Jack and his family, I asked my niece to pack up the apartment.
That is to say, I arrived at their door with bags at my feet. All set to become a stay-at-home mom and grandma, willing to take charge of the kitchen whenever Lucy needed me.
With a mug of coffee in hand, Lucy came to open the door and informed me that Henry Jr.’s room was the only one available because their house was so small.
But she was not going to disturb the space or alter it in any anyway. When Henry came back from his college term, it was for him.
That made sense to me. I didn’t want to be an inconvenience because it was his space. However, since Jack was the one who requested me to move in if I needed it, I had believed that he would have taken care of things for me.
“As you can see, Cecile, we’re having some space issues,” Lucy reiterated.
“You have two choices,” she went on. “There is a nursing home or there is the basement. It’s your call, ma’am.”
Ah, the proverbial “rock and hard place.”
Let me now inform you about their lower level. It’s not the converted space used for sewing, gaming, or arts and crafts like you might find in some basements. This isn’t a guest room or a den.
With a mattress that has sharp springs and a bedframe that creaks with every movement, Jack’s basement is more akin to a dank, chilly mausoleum.
This was not what I needed for comfort.
I moved my weight from one foot to the other and said, “Lucy.” “Thank you for the possibilities, my love. However, I’ll pass on the combination basement and nursing home.
My son then attempts to mediate the conflict.
With his arm over Lucy’s waist, he emerged from behind her.
“I apologize, Mom. I invited you to stay without giving it much thought. Lucy makes a valid argument. We have limited room. I’ll get some furnishings for the basement so you can feel comfortable there.
Life in a basement was not for me. I wasn’t ready for a nursing home, not yet. I decided to handle things myself.
I hauled my bags inside the car and headed to my niece’s house. I spent a week there in search of a place I could purchase.
The house was already listed for sale, and I knew that if it closed, I would have plenty of money to purchase a modest home for myself.
My niece helped me move in once everything was settled, and I felt like I had control. Perhaps I didn’t require my family as much as I believed.
I assured Edward that I would be alright, as he was concerned about my being by myself.
Soon after, I moved into a new apartment that was ideal for me and the cat I wanted to adopt. It was a comfortable one-bedroom. An added benefit was that everything was included, so I didn’t have to worry about anything.
Jack then called to invite me to supper with him and Lucy. As I made my way to their house, I wondered what they anticipated from me. As we were having supper, I informed them that I had purchased an apartment and was living there by myself.
Jack said, “I thought you were staying with Mia,” alluding to my niece.
“You’re not serious at all!” Lucy also let out a cry at that moment.
“Yes, I lived with Mia till I relocated. I required personal space.
Jack blushed and added, “You mentioned that you wanted to be with family, so I offered.”
“Yes, but I think I’m better off alone if it means having to stay in your basement or getting shipped off to a nursing home.”
After that, I departed.
I got my kitty adopted a few weeks later.
However, I also revised my will to leave everything to Edward, who still deposits money into my account each month despite my assurances that I don’t require it.
He answered, “A son has to support his mother.”
In addition, he asked if I would like to relocate overseas with him, but how could I say no? For the time being, at least, I needed to be near Henry’s place of rest.
So, life really throws you for a loop—from cellar problems to a comfortable sanctuary of my own.
What would you have done if your child had presented you with those options?
Here’s an additional tale for you: After putting her father in a nursing facility, Elizabeth lost contact with him. She didn’t see him till the burial. But when the young lady got a letter from him after his passing, karma finally caught up with her and taught her a hard lesson.