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I am listening to my husband talk with his parents, laughing, and sharing stories old and new. Stories of a small town shared by grandparents, family and friends come and gone has been the only life they’ve known.

We are in the process of getting them to move to our home and live with us. They are getting way past the time of being able to drive and take care of many things on their own. They live in a rural area away from stores and necessities, and the nearest town does not have any Ubers, DoorDash or grocery deliveries, and it has been a battle lasting over the past year and a half to get them used to the idea of leaving their home. Trying to sort through all of their belongings for the things they want to bring or leave behind is stressful and will take some time.

Our home is 3 1/2 hours away in a large city filled with all the amenities needed. When we built our home 5 years ago we prepared for future changes such as this.

All of my family, my parents, my children and grandchildren are all in the same neighborhood. My in-laws will be switching from one rural family centered town to a larger neighborhood family centered city with all the love and joy they can handle for the rest of their lives. 😃

It has been a couple of months now, since I started this particular post. We have gotten the in-laws moved in to their two rooms and a bath. We’ve added a refrigerator, table with two chairs, a rocker/recliner, tv, and some of their belongings.

I take them dinner we have made or my husband will order something on door dash. The grandkids have been visiting them and they say they are very happy and feeling settled in.

Having my in-laws move in will give my husband the unexpected gift of connecting with his parents once again. Having been away from home since college and only visiting a few times each year has been hard on his parents and their relationship. He is looking forward to spending their last years together, making memories we will all cherish long after they are gone.

Exactly 60 days to the day they moved in my father-in-law passed away. It was quick and painless for him, which I am grateful. He will be missed. We took him back home to their rural city and had a beautiful funeral for him. So many people knew him and loved him dearly. He was a kind, witty man that was always happy and never had an unkind thing to say.

As we start off a new year, my mother-in-law and husband enjoy having time together and will reminisce about my father-in-law and their pasts. I am thankful my husband still has some time to enjoy having his mom around.

We have gotten their home sold. It has been sad for my mother-in-law. There were so many things we were not able to bring with us when we moved them here. So many memories she has had to let go of.

We are grateful for the new home owner. She is the neighbors mother. She was excited to be able to purchase the home so she could be next door to her son and grandchildren.

To us, it is like selling to a family member. My mother-in-law feels much better knowing that her home will still be taken care of by her favorite neighbor, friend and caretaker.