After Caring for My Mother in Law for Ten Years, I Was Given 48 Hours to Leave

The February rain had soaked through my black coat by the time I got from the cemetery to the car, and my hands were still shaking when I pushed open the front door. The funeral shoes I had not worn since my own mother’s burial were leaving wet prints on the hardwood floor that Margaret had polished every Saturday, right up until the first stroke took continue reading …