somewhere in the mix
I’m remembering being inside the memory care unit where my Dad, Sunny, spent his last two years. He’d always been a walker, a hiker of trails and mountains and then, as an old man his wanderlust proved unsafe for him. […]
I’m remembering being inside the memory care unit where my Dad, Sunny, spent his last two years. He’d always been a walker, a hiker of trails and mountains and then, as an old man his wanderlust proved unsafe for him. […]