Help My Senior

Searching for life's answers to aging

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

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...