She had been in a nursing home for several years, deteriorating at a snail’s pace. On my annual visits, my brother and I would question the wisdom of stockpiling old people in places like this.
will they do what I’ve done with so many of those photos? Say to themselves, “I don’t know who this is.” And toss it in the trash.
The second time Dad got up today about 2:30 he told Kevin the pain was almost unbearable.