I want that to be different.
I met up with Chris once again in 1999 when I started working at the Lowell office and became his Service Coordinator. He was living with his mother Betty, who was in her mid-80s and a helluva feisty woman who kept a bottle of Hennessy under her kitchen sink to keep her young and hearty. At 86 years old, she was still making the trip into Boston with Chris to see his cardiologist. The doctor was apparently quite the handsome man as Betty would always paint on the lipstick and wear her finest shawl for those appointments. But in 2004, Betty could no longer care for Chris. It was in December when we had to help Chris move away from his mother and into a group home. While the separation was heartbreaking, it was inevitable. Betty died a few years later at the ripe old age of 92 (the Hennessy worked). By then, Chris was settled and happy in his home. His brother and his cousin became more involved in his life. We can all take heart in that today, he is back together with Betty, and he is telling her the same jokes.