Caring for a parent, conversations, Death & Dying, Dementia, Love letters from World War II, Medicare, memory loss, paid caregivers

Until We Meet Again

Sunday, after dinner, I found Mama sitting in the hard metal chair where she spends so much time, squeezed into the narrow space between the small cluttered kitchen table and the counter where she keeps the snacks she nibbles throughout the day and crushes her post-dinner Centrum Silver, mixing it with the juice left from… Continue reading Until We Meet Again