Rain. Not the kind rain kids like to run in and lovers like to walk in, but the unkind rain that kids run from and lovers shun. The hard-driving cold rain no one wants to be out in. They were out in it. A mother and her young daughter, alone, at a bus stop, arms...
I want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I love doing this. I hate doing this. I can do this. I can’t do this anymore. The Caregiver. By choice. Or no choice. You will be frightened. You will be alone. You will have doubt And you will want out. But only you will...
The letter below is from a caregiver ready to give up. I am 67 years old, sleeping once again in the house I was raised in. I have given 6 years so far, caring for my 92-year old mother who has Alzheimer's. My husband, children and grandchild live in another state,...