If my 47-year-old son David had his way, he would hire six or eight strong men to carry me around on a silk pillowed contraption like Cleopatra, and my feet would never touch the ground unless we were stopping to take care of bodily relief.
That said, he tries to make sure that he takes me to the store, parks right near the door, jumps out, runs around the car, and … [Read more...] about We Need Each Other