My Dad died last year in a nursing home where they try to do everything to make their elderly patients comfortable. My Mom is there alone now. Your simple, direct words make such an impact; are so descriptive of our actual discomfort and pain as children. We become caretakers in our senior years. Thanks for that little scene.
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My Dad died last year in a nursing home where they try to do everything to make their elderly patients comfortable. My Mom is there alone now. Your simple, direct words make such an impact; are so descriptive of our actual discomfort and pain as children. We become caretakers in our senior years. Thanks for that little scene.