Yesterday, I recieved a frantic phone call from the daughter
of one of my best friends. It seems her Mom was missing and she had been gone 24 hours. June is 87 and her memory is not the best. She has always been so independent and hates checking in with her children. She
had driven to the town that she had lived in all her life,
had her hair fixed, gone to the bank and being too tired to
drive back home, checked into the Holiday Inn. I am sure
that she enjoyed the escape. However, she had just had
a small stroke a few weeks before and definitely has issues
with memory. Connie put out a silver alert and that with
the threat of taking away her car keys has infuriated June.

I see both sides of the issues. Connie talked to me for
thirty minutes venting her frustration. It is hard to be
responsible for her fiesty mother. They made a huge
mistake forcing her to buy a small house that she hates and
of necessity she is living close to her daughter in a small
college town.

Ted and Bobby and I had a good laugh over her escape. June doesn't look or act her age and we are glad it all
turned out so well but we hope she won't do it again.
None of us know what the years will bring.