Soon we will mark the five year anniversary of my mother’s death. Soon it will be five years since I became the primary caregiver of my loving and fabulous brother Paul, a 47-year old man with Down syndrome.
In this time, I have grieved my mother twice. I have grieved the mother I thought I knew and then the mother I have come to know as I have tried filled her caring shoes.
Why Siblings Are The Forgotten Caregivers
When Katie MacDonald bought a new home in Brantford, Ont., this past spring, one of her main concerns was finding a house that was suitable for her...