Gentle leaves, Gentle leaves, please array a path for me; the woods are blowing thick and fast around.

I sat listening-in from another room, like a little boy, while the social worker gave my family “all the options” for what to do when it comes to my grandparents.

“We have to be prepared for the long-run,” said my Aunt Melissa. “I mean, she can’t get out of bed, but she’s not exactly dying.”

“Yeah,” said my dad, “This is for the long-run.”

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