caregiving - Stories for the Journey

John, how can we thank you?

Mom and I would wait for John every Wednesday afternoon. He was as reliable as Big Ben, always on time, climbing up the back steps

I bumped into a friend a few months ago who introduced me, in turn, to a friend of hers. She exuded a peaceful energy that

(I started this post early in the morning and was pulled away from it many times for dad’s care. It is now late evening on