My kids settled into the new master suite that I had complete. Oh, Thank you, God. I said in my private time. That is why I could not find a renter. I needed to have this free for my kids. My granddaughter settled into her room on the other side of the house. It was familiar to her. She has come to this house all her three years. It was familiar to my daughter she was brought home to this house. My home became their sanctuary.
The room was empty, and the kids spent their first night in a hotel. I’m not sure why, but they needed that. While we were there, I asked her dad about where I could get a bed quickly. I never expected he would offer his from his spare room. Together the two of us worked to shove a dress, bedframe, mattresses, and headboard into my van and move it in the room. By the next day, we had the room all set up for their arrival.
What else could I do to make them comfortable? A quick trip to Ross offered to end tables, and then I went to purchase a deep freeze. My fridge and freezer are too small for food for four people. When I saw a need, I filled it, as did the many other people. The kids made a list of what their needs were to replace things. It was a delight to come home and see packages. My granddaughter loved it.
Of course, I could not do everything to make everyone o.k. We each had our moments, and none of us wanted to be very far from each other. There was intense separation anxiety. Still, I’m blessed that I have this home and the means to help them through what they are going through and give them a bit of normalcy in this nightmare.
Blessed
Pusche