After Dad’s stroke, we started to look at everything in his home in a different light (pun intended). We had never noticed the sliding glass door threshold between the living room and Florida room and now it jumped out at us, just as we were sure it would jump out at Dad. It was a

When we go out of town, Dad goes a bit wild. He plays his big band music and Frank Sinatra at ear drum shattering levels. He takes his golf cart out on joy rides. He uses DART to go doctor hopping, forever in search of the magic pill. I know I should have more empathy.

We are able to get away for about four days at a time. An aide comes in every other day, the neighbors check in every day and I call Dad every day that we are away. His medicines are pre-sorted by the pharmacy. His food is well stocked on designated shelves in the refrigerator and

Warning signs Dad told me that a man followed him home and angrily insisted that he needed to be more careful. Dad had run through a slew of Ibises. Ibises are gentle white birds that feed in the grass and leisurely cross the road throughout the neighborhood. Dad claimed that they ran out in front