Moving my mother into her senior apartment was one of the hardest decisions I had ever made. At the same time, it was one of the easiest. Those two things existed together.

In the years my mother lived near us, life found a rhythm.

One day she admitted she had gotten lost driving home from the pet store. A trip that should have taken minutes turned into nearly two hours of driving around a town she had lived in for more than thirty years.

The last thing I wanted was for my mother to see me cry. I usually tried to hide my emotions because when I was upset, she often became upset too.