one last sing-along: august 13, 2016

Mom was in bed when I arrived on August 13, but she was articulate, alert, responsive, and in good spirits, despite the fact that her speech was slurred just as it had been a few days earlier. When I complimented her on her hair and told her she was beautiful, she took exception: Mom’s feistiness … Continue reading one last sing-along: august 13, 2016