Aging and the promises of God
It's hard for me to watch as places become a blur for my elderly parents. It's as if each home they've had has merged into one great longing.
It’s an odd year for my family. My parents, 88 and 89, have lived rich and full lives, and my husband, children and I have shared holidays large and small with them.
But this year they are confined to rooms in a nursing home.
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