God teaches that nothing stays the same.
I would never move from Village Square, our “last nest.” The townhouse was adjacent to a college campus with a commanding view of the Massanutten Mountain, offered delightful places to walk, musical and dramatic events to attend, friends continually stopping by. Especially Irene, my wife, and I loved being surrogate grandparents to neighbor children.
Merry Maids cleaned monthly. We had retrofitted the house with grab bars and other amenities. A stair elevator was possible, but my indomitable wife wouldn’t hear of it. Nevertheless, no way would I place us in a “home,” as so many contemptuously call retirementcommunities.
|Bill Matthews says the retirement community where he and Irene, his wife, live “offers unending opportunities to practice the love asked of the Christian. A smile, a handclasp, a hug, a kind word—these gifts we give one another.”|
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