I Found My 87 Year Old Father Eating Cold Food Alone and Realized How Afraid He Had Become

threw a yellow cone over the table, the stove, the scarred countertop, and the man who had once seemed impossible to diminish. After a long silence he muttered that the buttons confused him now. That sometimes the machine started beeping and he forgot what he had pressed. That it was easier this way.

Easier this way. That sentence hit me harder than continue reading …