Our journey to the “back nine” in our round of life started with our pondering who would be there for us, and the survivor of us, as we make the unavoidable transition into senior status.
It was 2018, we were in our seventies, and had done a lot of world travel (two world cruises of 100 days each), and the realization hit us that we needed to plan our senior years. And that we would be much better off making required changes, e.g., financial adjustments and sensible care and living arrangements before they arrived and limited our choices.
We concluded that we would pull up stakes and relocate to be near family and grandchildren. We had a divorced son with two daughters aged 12 and 16 in Chicago and a married son and daughter-in-law in Charlotte with 8-year-old boy and girl twins and a 10-year-old girl. The difficulties of uprooting and resettling in Charlotte, just ahead of the pandemic, were myriad, challenging, and exhausting. That can be our story in another piece. This piece is the story of the richness our grandchildren have brought our lives.
The Chicagoland Granddaughters
While we didn’t relocate to the Windy City, these granddaughters have been dividends of our lives in every sense of the word.