“They’ve been calling,” she responds, narrowing her eyes so she looks like a toothless Crusader Rabbit, head turned away from the rafters, where visitors appear. “But I don’t want to talk to them.”
Sven and I moved back to the USA from Europe in 1997 to care for my elderly parents. I’m grateful for the opportunity to help two people I love end their lives with dignity in familiar surroundings. My dad passed in 1999 at 97. This blog is about caring for my mother, Beatrice, known to everyone except my dad as simply "Bea."