my head, unable to process it. “She… she did all this…”

Judy wrapped me in a hug, and I clung to her like I might fall apart if I let go.

“We’ll go through it together,” she promised.

And that’s exactly what we did.

We opened the second box.

“Care Plans” was written neatly across the top.

Inside were printed schedules.

– Morning routines.
– Meal suggestions.continue reading …