“Mother, you’ll like it once you get there.  They have breakfast waiting for you.”
Mother lagged behind, petting her cat, taking off her hat and gloves, stopping to look at a magazine on the table while I stuffed her extra sweater, a change of underwear, and a magazine into the tote bag. Finally we were in the car and heading to the nearby nursing home that also offered day care.
When Mother was no longer able to care for herself, Jim and I moved her from New York State to our home in New Hampshire.  However, I was a substitute teacher and …read more