An Open Letter to Siblings, From Caregivers.

Family history and dynamics can be brutal. We know that, for whatever reason, you weren’t able to care for our parent and we were. We understand that you may also have been too busy/ill/occupied to help us with our parents’ care so we thought it was best to just go ahead and do what was […]

The Turn of the Year.

I made Christmas cookies yesterday, which always makes me nostalgic. Mom used to make ten or fifteen types of cookies; she made some of the same kind every year but she also liked to experiment with a new recipe or two every year. I remember what the shelf looked like with all the cookie tins […]

The Last Voyage.

You know how it is, when you find yourself in the middle of some task or event, and you realize right in the middle of it that, not only have you never done anything like this before, but it is a completely surreal experience? I found myself doing just such a task two weeks ago, […]

July 1938 – May 2016.

I got the call last Thursday at 11; Dad had taken a turn for the worse and Greg thought my sister and I should come over soon. Having just come from the gym, I rushed through getting ready and got on the road a short time later. When I got to his room, my sister was […]

How Caregiving Ends.

I’m sitting in Dad’s room, watching him sleep, as I have so often. The twitching from his Parkinson’s has gotten worse and his body is in almost-constant motion. It looks uncomfortable. The room is small, just a bed and his recliner, so seating is limited. I’m currently perched on his wheelchair, which is fine – I’m […]

A Passion for Compassion.

As I’ve been going about my day, my grief for my father weighing on my neck and pushing at the back of my eyes, I’ve been looking at the people around me, which I’ve always loved doing. I thought about the fact that it’s possible that everyone we see walking around during our day is walking […]

Mini Grief Day!

During a grief group I recently co-facilitated, the main concern of most, if not all, of the attendees was, “When is it going to end?” Most of them were people who had lost their loved one recently – in the last few months – but they were already tired of the process, tired of the […]


The 3×5 card, labeled, ‘My Epitah,’ was taped haphazardly among fast food receipts, flyers and reminders on the inside of the small armoire in my dad’s room. It caught my eye due to the big letters underneath spelling out my name. The name Waldo-Emerson was written on the card, followed by four lines of a […]

Facing the Drop.

Standing in the doctor’s office, watching the podiatrist work on Dad’s foot and processing what he has just told me, I feel as if we are all – my dad, Greg (his caregiver and the owner of the house where he lives), and I – perched at the top of a rollercoaster. Right before the […]