Caring for her has been like raising a child in reverse—every month she does less for herself. But keeping her with us, instead of in a nursing home, has been more enriching than I imagined. Mom was a 75-year-old widow in Florida when my siblings and I learned of her dementia. We’d flown in for a family vacation and walked into an intervention by her friends. After the vacation, she flew straight to my sister’s home in New York.

Source: Wall Street Journal February 27, 2019 00:00 UTC