It’d been fifteen years since Dad died, and I looked for him every day, grateful for all the ways he was still right here, with me.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Looking for Dad
Reflections of a Daughter of the Silent Generation and Mother of Generation Y
Sometimes I run out of words after I read these…and we know how unlikely that usually is ?. When I see your blog listed in my emails, that’s my first go-to.
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