I admit it now, it's a guilty pleasure and I can't help myself.
Ah, the joys of aging!
Should I stay, or should I go?
I've always expected more of myself.
I finally worked up the courage to see my mom in the rest home.
Gone, but never forgotten.
I think this is how my mom spends her days.
I'm losing my mom one day at a time.
It goes by so fast - and it beats the alternative, I hear.
We never get enough time with the ones we love.