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we made a plan—appointments, support, steady routines. That evening, we explained to Lily in gentle, simple words that Grandpa’s brain sometimes gets mixed up, and that it can make him sad. “Is he still Grandpa?” she asked. “Always,” I told her. When she walked into the living room, she looked at him bravely and said, “No more secrets.” Jim knelt down,continue reading …
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