I was my mother’s primary caregiver in the final three years of her life, as she struggled with dementia and the physical and emotional tortures that visit the afflicted.
The grief, guilt and joy of being a caregiver for my mom
As much as I may have resented it, cursed it, allowed myself to become embittered at times, I did what I chose to do. And I would do it all over again.
Perspective by Tracy Grant
May 12, 2023 at 6:00 a.m. EDT