True story. At the trust meeting, my daughter said: “She has no say.” I reached into my bag and…

take him to appointments when I couldn’t get there, sit with him on his porch.

I was grateful. I told her that. I told her several times.

I know now what I didn’t know then.

I know that during those visits, she asked him questions about the house, about the accounts, about what he planned.

He was still conversational then, still capable of sentences, though continue reading …