Grace at the River
As a small child, I loved nothing more than to snuggle up to my mommy in her bed whenever I got a chance. It was usually when my father would be away for a few days at a conference or whatever. Now he was gone. Dead at the age of 85 from a combination of Alzheimer’s and heart, he wouldn’t be returning. When it had become apparent that mom and dad could no longer function on their own, I had built an apartment for them at one end of my home. It worked well because I was able to run [...]