Those Tender Moments

February will be a year since you left us. As I rummage through old notes this evening, I ran across this one, when I visited you almost a year ago. Closing my eyes for a moment, I savor a time in the past. I sat beside you holding your frail thin skinned hand, while we…

Selfish or Selfless: Caring for the Elderly

You know them and just maybe you think of them once in a while. They are alive, or one of them still is. They raised you until you were weaned, helped develop your character, encouraged, and supported you, until you left the house. Or just maybe they didn’t; they were heartless, life sucking, and you…