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 […]

Home is Where the Heat Is.

By the time we realized that Dad needed as much help as he did, he had been living alone for at least thirteen years. In that time, the fabric of his house had started to fail, and a lot of the appliances had stopped working – including the furnace. Ever the stoic, Dad insisted that he was […]

The Missing.

Twenty years ago, my father started exhibiting cognitive issues. Absent-mindedness; missed lunch dates; inability to remember how to do things he’d known how to do for years; a reluctance to drive far from his home, even though he loved driving and had lived in the area for more than twenty-five years. Each time these things […]

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 […]