In the Name of the Father
“I hate that part,” my neighbor tells me. The end part. The part where you watch them slip deeper and deeper into the abyss, and you stand by, because you must. Someone must; they could not, should not, do this alone. And you care for their physical needs. You attend to their mental faculties. You […]
Don’t let them leave without saying goodbye
My dear old Rosy is nearing the end. I can tell. She hardly eats or drinks. She can stand with help. She teeters when she walks, those decrepit hips barely balanced, as she lists to one side. Once she gets going she can still navigate the wonderful ramp my husband built for her. But the […]
