Like many young adults, my brother Steve and I moved away from home to follow our dreams. With the exception of a four-year period in the late 1990s, we never lived closer than a three-hour drive to our parents’ house. That wasn’t a problem early on, but as our parents reached their late 70s, Steve and I increasing found it difficult to gauge how they were doing physically and mentally. Like many adult children, we found that the best time to get a handle on our parents’ status was during holiday visits.
December 5th, 2011 at 10:21 am
December 2nd, 2011 at 1:15 pm
My daughter-in-law’s 86-year-old father, Jim, traveled from the Midwest to South Florida with my son’s family for a visit with me last month. She rented a wheelchair from the local hospital as her diabetic father had some trouble walking. My son was flying separately with Jim and everything went smoothly until their layover in Atlanta.