I listened this morning. No one coming in the back door. Christina, my morning daily help, wasn't coming back because her service was no longer needed.
Just as we became accustomed to our new routine with caring for Daddy in my home, now we must acclimate ourselves to what seems like empty pockets without him.
No more morning phone calls from Hospice setting their day's schedule. No food trays to carry upstairs. No visits from aides. We could even go off this afternoon without anyone being in the house.
Changes once again.