Two days later, movers arrived. “We’re here to pick up Janet and Bob’s belongings for storage, and these boxes for the retirement community,” one explained. My dad stepped forward with a smile. “Since you’re so concerned about me being in a facility, I signed you two up instead. Don’t worry—they have nurses, soft food, and bingo nights.” Janet and Bob were speechless as their things were carted away.
When we returned, Dad told us the story while sipping tea in his garden. He’d already turned their “room” into a library. “They wanted a facility so badly,” he said with a wink, “I just helped them get there sooner.” Peace returned, and best of all—they never came back
