An aide at the Veterans Administration Nursing Home where my father was cared for the last year of his life told me something that broke my heart. My father was at the VA because he had Alzheimer’s. Earlier, when he had been fully himself, he had said many times to us he did not want to… Read more
“I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in months,” said the young man as he slid into the chair at our dining table. If one’s heart can soar and sink simultaneously, my did. And my heart also broke into laughter at the “home-cooked” description. I suppose the dinner could qualify as home-cooked since, technically, it… Read more