Alzheimer’s. The dreaded demon that lurks and insidiously works its way into the mind. Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one
What follows happened several years ago. The time or date does not matter but the moment is timeless. Occasionally a smile unexpectedly bursts forth from
What follows is some insight for those who have never been a primary caregiver. It is kind of like “a day in the life” of
My grandmother, Opal, never raised her voice. She found joy in the simplest things: reading a book, playing scrabble, or completing her crossword puzzles. Her
