My Dad is coming to visit us again in a couple of weeks. He’s thinking much more seriously about moving into a particular assisted living community, one fairly close to Max and me. So far Dad and I have been on two rounds of tours of such facilities, one in August in New York near… Continue reading George Washington Bridge
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Taconic Parkway
It seems to be the symbol of all my guilt and grief at this point. Why? I was not at home when Sarah died. I had gone up to New York City on Tuesday afternoon August 16 to help my Dad, who is 90, tour an independent living facility in Albany. It was so rare… Continue reading Taconic Parkway
The First Year Without Sarah 