Interesting parallel with my mother. Her last day, she moved from Montana to North Carolina to be near my brother and her only grandkids.
As a shut-in, she didn’t make many new friends in a new state—except for the Avon Lady. She was a good friend. And attended her NC memorial before mom was shipped back to Montana for burial.
Joining in prayer, left that other side, for the Peace of Jerusalem.
Interesting! :-)