Take Me Home

When Tessa Cunningham's ninety-five-year-old father fell and broke his hip, a care home seemed the best option. But visiting him one day, Tessa saw in his eyes the yearning he was too proud to articulate: Please take me home. Tessa had just recovered from breast cancer, was in the throes of getting divorced and her daughters were soon to leave home. Yet she found herself moving her dad in, along with his zimmer frame, collection of hearing aid batteries and tins of Black Bullet mints. And in the months that followed, his unexpected wisdom and irrepressible ebullience helped to heal Tessa's pain.