By Laura Grimes
More than a year ago Mr. Scatter’s parents moved to an assisted-living facility.
By then, the seven children were making choices for them and the parents weren’t sure where they were. The little cottage they had lived in was cleaned out.
A very few favorite items went with the folks, a few basic kitchen items and furniture pieces stayed, and the rest was spread out in the garage to sell. I’m not sure what because I wasn’t there.
All I know is that when I arrived a few weeks later by myself in the middle of the hot summer the place was an eerie ghost of its old self, empty and echoey. The familiar pictures were gone and the walls were a fresh new color. I immediately checked my feelings at the front door, knowing this had been a long time coming.