I was sad to see the moving van pulled up to the front of Mom’s house. If I weren’t already running late to an event to honor our banker, Rita Lowman, who had just been promoted to the head of the FL Banker’s Association, I would have pulled off the road somewhere to cry. I rolled down the window of the 2012 Toyota pick up, my parents had given me a few years ago, to wave at Mom, Chuck and Marinko. I don’t think Mom’s moving her stuff out yet, as she wasn’t planning to move until the end of the month, but she’s probably offloading extra beds, dressers and accessories that she doesn’t plan to take with her when she moves into the Mother In Law quarters at my old homestead. It hurt all the same because it’s the end of an era. For the past 20 years Mom and I have been business partners in the real estate and she’s handled the books for the sanctuary. We would use our exercise time to discuss the latest eviction, foreclosure, new rental tenants, repairs, code violations, and other aspects of the business. We started out as roller blading buddies until she took a hard fall and decided to quit before she broke something. We changed our meetings to revolve around tennis, where we would meet at a run down tennis court in a residential area until I built the tennis court at our home for Howie when he moved here in 2003. We were lousy at tennis, and never kept score. We just tried to hit the ball back and forth to each other while discussing real estate matters. When Momma Jacquie became bed ridden, Mom couldn’t leave her to play tennis any more and I moved them all out to the sanctuary. That way I was nearby if needed, Mom didn’t have to leave her mother, and it got my dad off the street for the most part. I really didn’t want them driving, but they still drove to church. Mom and I began walking a loop around the 47 acres most days. We would walk and talk and did so right up until July 21 when I fell in a hole chasing the bobcat in Lakeland. I’ve barely been able to stand on the foot since then and noted that tonight is the first time I could walk and fully extend every muscle the way it should. I fear that by the time I am healed enough to make that long walk again, she will be gone. I think I’ll go cry quietly by myself somewhere. Hi, I’m Carole Baskin and I’ve been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views. If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story. The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/ I know there will be people who take things out of context and try to use them to validate their own misconception, but you have access to the whole story. My hope is that others will recognize themselves in my words and have the strength to do what is right for themselves and our shared planet. You can help feed the cats at no cost to you using Amazon Smile! Visit BigCatRescue.org/Amazon-smile You can see photos, videos and more, updated daily at BigCatRescue.org Check out our main channel at YouTube.com/BigCatRescue Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only and is my opinion. Closing graphic with permission from https://youtu.be/F_AtgWMfwrk