I Wrote My Son Daily from a Nursing Home with No Reply until a Stranger Came to Take Me Home — Story of the Day
For years, Margaret sat by the small window of her nursing home room, pen in hand, writing letters to her only son, David. The ritual became the anchor of her days. Each morning, after breakfast, she would carefully write to him—sometimes just a few lines, other times pages filled with memories, questions, and hopes. She…