Mom is no longer in our orbit of care. Neither I nor my father—who still visits her everyday—can know what befalls her during her day.

One of the residents in Mom’s facility fell last week and broke her arm. Her eye is horribly bruised, and she must now be helped with...

When I saw Mom on Friday, I came home sad and depressed. Mom had a bad cold, and it was clearly affecting her abilities. When we pulled...

Instead of observing and complaining about how Mom is becoming weak, I decided to do something about it. We’d assumed that Mom was...