The Most Terrible Poverty Is Loneliness

The hardest part about moving from California to Nevada was springing the news on my elderly mother. I worried that it would be a tough sell. Mom liked her assisted living community, even though their services were getting expensive and her advanced Parkinson’s disease would soon require a higher level of care. I was recently retired from my law enforcement career. My years as police chief meant that everyone in town knew me. As much as I loved the community, my true nature is introverted, and the thought of complete anonymity in a new town appealed to me. Also, my wife grew up in our small town and yearned for change and new experiences. I rehearsed in my mind all the reasons for the move. I explained to Mom that my son wanted to attend UNLV (University of Nevada Las Vegas) to study computer science. And that several of our retired friends lived in Nevada, enjoying the endless amenities of Las Vegas and the financial benefit of no state income tax. “We’ve already found an amazing house,” I told her. She eyed me warily and said, “But what about me?” “Well, naturally, we want you to come with us,” I said. “I’ll find you an excellent assisted living community, with even better care than you’re getting here.” She paused for a moment, looked around her small apartment, and then back at me. “Oh Johnny,” she said, “You know I’ll always go wherever you are. What would I do without my Tweetyboo?” <a href="https://medium.com/personal-growth/the-most-terrible-poverty-is-loneliness-a9e364505f09">Click Here</a>