“Do you have dementia, Marsha?” my daughter-in-law asked sweetly, pushing a bottle of sedatives across the table. Three days earlier, she’d dumped me at a nursing home, stolen my house keys, and…
“You need to come inside now. ” The aide’s voice was clipped, impatient. I sat on the concrete steps outside Sunset Manor Nursing Home, clutching the only pillow they’d let me bring, watching my daughter-in-law’s car disappear around the corner in a cloud of exhaust. In the span of two hours, I’d lost everything. My … Read more