Help My Senior

Easing the struggle of the family caregiver

Chester’s Christmas morning

Chester’s Christmas morning

Four-year-old Chester slid slowly out from out from underneath the covers. His mother had prompted him to get out of bed, for it was Christmas morning. He was sleepy-eyed and reluctant. “Go to the front room,” his mother urged. This command of course meant nothing to...
The story of grandpa’s cane

The story of grandpa’s cane

Grandpa can’t mow As a child I remember that every Sunday afternoon my mom, dad and my siblings would drive to our grandparents’ house a few miles away. Dad sometimes mowed the lawn for his parents with their hand-operated mower. We kids might be given a Coke...