Nobody tells you that watching your parents age is a slow-motion version of every emergency you’ve ever prepared for, except there’s no emergency. There’s no single moment. There’s just Tuesday, and your dad is a little slower getting out of the chair than he was last Tuesday, and you notice, and you don’t say anything, and you drive home thinking about it for forty-five minutes. I worked in long term care. I know what this looks like from the professional side. I’ve done the intake assessme...
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