Its been a year since Lillian went to live at Baycrest where caring people have been looking after her. Her memory continues to fail but she has constantly reminded me of her wish to go home. The other day, while we were in the noisy common area on her ward, she announced “I can’t stand it anymore” so I wheeled her away and, in her nonverbal manner, she pointed to her room and then to her bed. With help she settled in and said she was grateful that I had finally brought her home. “How did you get me here” she asked and she insisted that she came by horse and carriage. “Thank you” she kept repeating as we kissed and held each other while she became peaceful and content. She had finally come back to where she belonged. At five o’clock the care worker came to take her to supper at her new home.Henry.