We walk into homes where the air still carries the weight of old music,
the kind played on vinyl or in barracks,
where clocks tick a little slower, like they know what’s been lost.
We don’t ask much.
Just “how are you today?”
and we mean it.
Sometimes there’s no answer — just a nod, a tear, or a story about a place long gone.
𝗩𝗲𝘁 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁.
We handle the rest —
the mornings, the buttons that won’t button,
the pills, the porch steps, the small talk that turns to something more.
We’re Harmony Home.
We show up.
We stay.
