In this new normal we find ourselves, I found comfort in being part of Nonni’s little “constants” as we walked her dogs through her new retirement home. I found comfort in watching my mother walking along the path with her mother. As time goes by, the walks become shorter — but they never waver.
Not a day goes by when Nonni won’t walk her dogs. No matter what happens in the world around her, this little “constant” is something special she will hold onto forever. What a beautiful ritual to have.