the road we travel


Our road trip first brings us to Reno to see my brother’s family and my parents. My mom is better is some ways, able to sit in a wheel chair and get out of bed, but in other ways not great – she is not interacting much. My father feeds her 3 meals a day at the nursing home. His concern and love for her is so everlasting that is almost is painful. The most I can really do at this point is to sit with her and hold her hand and talk a bit. I feel a bit helpless. This is the reality of her state as her end of life is nearing.




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