My parents weigh heavily on my mind. Dad turns 80 in a couple of months; he had emergency triple bypass surgery three years ago. Mom, almost 75, fell and broke her hip in November and can’t climb the few steps to her bed. She sleeps in a recliner. They live two states from their nearest relatives and refuse to move any closer. When I call them, I can hear the fatigue in Dad’s voice and the creeping senility in Mom’s.
I used to be proud of them for being so independent; now, I just wish they would move back home.