Caring for an aging parent is rarely a single moment or a sudden shift. For me, it happened slowly, almost imperceptibly, over time. What began as small changes eventually reshaped my entire life. Looking back now, I see those years not just as a period of caregiving, but as a profound chapter of growth, sacrifice, and unexpected understanding.
My mother did not vanish from my life overnight. She receded gradually, like the tide pulling away from shore. At first, the changes seemed harmless. She misplaced everyday items in odd places. Continue reading…
