One woman shares her experience with hospice care for her Mother...
By LINDA G. BEELER
At age 96, my mother moved to New York City to live with me and my family in our two-bedroom Manhattan apartment after becoming increasingly isolated while living alone in Florida. She moved into my sons’ bedroom surrounded by all manner of adolescent paraphernalia, including every style of trendy sneakers, a giant papier-mâché statue of Michael Jordan and a poster of Bob Marley.
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