For Christmas in 2008, my brother and I gave my dad a gift card to the Humane Society; this was after his wife, our mom, had been moved to a nursing home as her Alzheimer’s Disease progressed. With the gift card, Dad adopted a beautiful young calico cat, named Winnie, who would end up...
My dad said he didn’t sleep well his first night in the assisted-living facility. It was because of the music. This was in October. After some eight years in an associated independent living facility down the street, he’d had two hospitalizations in six months, each followed by a short stint in a rehab facility....
The best advice I can ever remember receiving came from my father. I think I was probably about 14 or 15 years old, on the cusp of high school and all the changes that come with that transition. I have a mental image that he’s telling me this while he’s driving me someplace—we’re on...
