Brooke Jennett

I understand.

My grandfather was in a similar situation.

Jim looked over at me, and I could see his eyes rimmed red from tears.

He forced a smile.

We both laughed.

He finished showing me around the house, and he showed me his mom's medical schedule.

His property had two houses, this one for his mom and me, and his house, which was about 100 yards away.

He said if I needed anything, I could come over at any time, and he'd help.

I thanked him, and I sent him on his way.

The house that I would now call my own was very charming.

There was a small den crammed with overstuffed couches and a wall-mounted TV.

The kitchen was galley style and there was a small dining nook attached.

The home's three bedrooms and two baths were down a small hallway from the den.

The master was Agnes's room.

My bedroom and an old office crammed with odds and ends were on the opposite side of the hallway.

Those two rooms were connected by a Jack and Jill bathroom.

The best feature in the house was the large front-facing window in the den.

It looked out across an oak tree covered yard that eventually gave way to fields upon fields of corn.

The sky was so big in this part of the country, you could see storms rolling in from miles away from the comfort of your own house.

After I put Agnes down for a nap, I would sit with a warm cup of tea and watch the clouds blow across the sky.