It was a long time ago now and I'm not really sure how we were able to convince my mom to leave her home in South Dakota and move to Texas. I seem to recall some deception involving the realtor, explaining the situation to her and having her help us convince my mom that the papers were already signed and the deal was finalized. This wasn't true, but she did tell my mom the young couple who were buying the house were super excited to be moving in. I think that helped. My mom had a big heart.
My brother and I had one more challenge to face. We both agreed that my mom had no business driving. She disagreed. So we concocted another lie. We told my mom that Pete needed to drive her car back to his home in West Virginia because she had given him some of her belongings and he needed to transport them home. Then we told her he would drive her car back to Texas in a few months. That was never going to happen but she accepted the story.
This is a phase that family members often go through. I would have to lie to my mother many times as the years passed. I would also use her forgetfulness to change the subject. At first I was filled with guilt. Lying to my mother was despicable and I felt terrible. Even though I knew it was for her own good, it still made me feel like a criminal. As with most bad habits, it became easier with practise, but not one of my favorite coping techniques.