Joined March 2021
A Pear Tree in Maine
It was around 2010 that my grandmother decided she could no longer take care of herself, and insisted she move in with her son, my father, and the rest of our family. No one resisted. When Grandma Olive made up her mind about something, it was going to happen, and happen that day. We packed up everything she owned and moved her into the little apartment above the garage of our home in Maine.