After 52 years of marriage, my husband put me on a plane without telling me where we were going. In the middle of the flight, he squeezed my hand tightly and whispered, “After today, you will never see your children again.” I was terrified of the man I’ve lived with my whole life, not realizing what he meant…

They knew how much we missed them.

Therefore almost a year ago began to develop a plan.

They found a beautiful house in a small town where all three families could live close to each other.

David has already bought a house in a few streets from there.

Emily was going to move to another house just around the corner.

And Michael arranged to move his family the following month.

The White House we were facing was meant for Robert and me.

He was close enough that the grandchildren could run to us after school so that we could have dinner together on Sundays and that someone could just walk in the afternoon for a cup of coffee.

The children even agreed with the local doctor to conduct our regular medical examinations, and make sure that the house would be convenient for us and at a more advanced age.