I don’t remember exactly when my mother went into the nursing home, but it is pushing ten years that she has been in one or the other. Her health is reasonable, but she suffers from dementia, Alzheimer’s to be specific. This September she will be ninety. The first half of her time in nursing homes she knew I was someone, but for the last several years she has had no clue who I am.
I do not visit her near as often as I should or would like to. I live in a suburb of St. Louis, and she is in Continue reading “My new nickname?”