[August]

I watched my father spend his last days in a retirement home and when my mother started deteriorating from Alzheimer's my wife and I brought her to live with us.

It was a tough road but a couple of years later she died peacefully at home in the arms of her family and not in some stark and lonely hospital ward with that terrible antiseptic odor or death and human decay, surrounded by strangers.

With no children of our own Rose and I may not be able to escape that fate, at least not the one who goes last anyways.