Help My Senior

Easing the struggle of the family caregiver

What I found when I ran into Brad

A fresh morning jog amid swaying trees can mean a lot to an older runner. The sparkling dew brushes against your shoes. The cool fresh air awakens your cheeks. You might even see a deer prancing away in fright. It can all recall to mind memories of years ago, as well...

“I Knew Him Thirty Years Ago”

Years ago I remember my dad exclaiming, “I knew him thirty years ago.” He had been talking about an old friend he had known back home. I don’t remember the occasion for his saying this. Maybe he came across his obituary. … so much time had passed since knowing his...