Life, loss and hope

Mom

Life can happen quickly sometimes.  Often, far too quickly when things like cancer become evolved.  My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, but it had not been detected early and it spread, and in what seemed like a gust of Autumn wind, ny kind, patient, funny, wise likeable and ever strong mother was gone.
I count myself lucky that I got to say goodbye, that there were no unanswered questions as often haunt family relations.  Indeed, I count myself fortunate to have been raised by such a great woman.  
My mom did not live a standard life, however as she raised and cared for and lived with my Autistic sister all of her life, sacrificing much and doing it willingly.
Just a few years ago my mother was knocked over by an automatic door and broke her hip.  The property management company (First Capital) has shamefully taken no responsibility but it was a huge set back for my mom who was far closer to the end of her life than anyone knew.  
It was almost as big a set back as when my mom and sister were forced to leave their long time home when it was torn down by developers to make way for condominiums. 
Thankfully, my mom was able to find a new home.  Much more expensive, but not too far from where their now long demolished old home was.
This is where my sister now lives alone, with just her dog for company, after a lifetime of never being alone except for the shortest of periods.  
With my mom gone, there is the impending certainty that my sister will lose another home.
This would be traumatic for the best of us, but for my sister who has never found herself able to set foot in what we all call the real world would be destroyed.  My sister is funny, and creative and big hearted, but she has because of her Autism and how life has been unfolded lived a life of exclusion. She has suffered a mental health system that is much less forward thinking and progressive as we have now, as well as the crippling limits of her own mind.  
Then my sister did something that I did not expect, that truly took me aback.  It was not something that most people would bat an eye at, but for my sister it was momentous.
She has started her own blog.  It is about her life with Autism.  It is written from the perspective of her dog, Callum, because she can not allow herself to do it as herself. These are her stories.  

She is doing it to try to save her home.  It might be futile in the long run, but so far the response has been fantastic as it has been generous.
I am immensely proud of my sister who has gone from doing no work other than household chores to writing a regular weekly blog.  
I hope you will take a look.  The deepest thank you to any who help or share her blog

​Callum Border Collie and his Autistic Human

I am sure my sister would also love whatever positive and encouraging comments you wanted to leave on her blog.  She will take them all to heart, because that is who my sister is. 

Callum