Dair was determined to move back to her home in NC for the summer, so she could, among other things, play golf with her buddy there. We knew she couldn't stay on her own, so we made a deal with her that if we could find someone to stay with her for a few hours each day, we would agree to her going home. Fortunately we found Frances, a woman Dair calls, "that tall woman," and according to Dair is ten feet tall! They get along well and it makes us feel a lot better about having Dair two hours away from us.
After she was home only a week, Dair's beloved dog Sandy had a seizure and died. She was heartbroken and the neighbors next door were kind and helped her bury him in a corner of the back yard. The next day Karl was talking to his mom and she mentioned that the dog had been buried in the harness he wore when she walked him. Trying to comfort her, Karl said, "well that's good mom, because I'm sure he'll be taking lots of walks in heaven." Obviously she didn't hear him correctly because she responded, "you don't understand, he died yesterday and we buried him in the back yard."
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