The second of two installments
We near Calgary and turn off the highway onto the Stoney Trail bypass that crosses a high bridge over the river valley, and ends at the TransCanada Highway. Valley Ridge Lodge, the seniors’ residence where Sheldon and I lived for five years, is a stone’s throw away.
Arriving at the Lodge is a homecoming indeed, just the thing to ease the yearning in my heart.
“Marjorie! Are you moving back?”
“We miss you. Did you miss us?”
The trip from the front door to my second-floor guest suite takes almost an hour. I sink on the bed, exhausted. Ralph leaves for his nearby Bed and Breakfast.
“I’ll see you after supper, Mom. We should talk about tomorrow’s coffee party.” Continue reading