Father’s Day—Home of the “Grill Master” apron and football on the lawn. It tends to be a relaxed day of fun and food and avoiding the wayward frisbee whizzing by your head.
When I was young, my church had the best Mother’s Day tradition for honoring moms: They brought a huge box of rosebud boutonnieres, and everyone chose one. Red if your mother was living, white if she had passed on.
You know those times when you ask Grandma what she needs, and she says, “Oh, nothing, Honey.”
Don’t believe her.
She has the same needs that you do. What are they?
A nurse is coming to pre-screen Dad, checking to see if he can move into assisted living, and you’re on pins and needles.
You’re ready to move Mom into assisted living, but how do you make her space feel less like a hospital room and more like her home?
There’s something Grandpa wants you to know: His walker doesn’t define him.
“How could I possibly afford assisted living?” That might be the sentiment that echoes through your mind as you consider the possibility of needing assisted living. But, take a deep breath and relax – it might not be as difficult as you thought.
Love. It’s the topic of the month, the color in the catalogs, the shape in the stores…
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all be Weeble Wobbles?
Okay, maybe not egg-shaped with heavy-weighted nether regions. But the “don’t fall down” part.
With the changing of the calendar, everywhere you look people are talking about turning over a new leaf and pledging to start something different.