As a crow would fly it, the distance between Tarboro and Hickory is about 200 miles. But for my dad at the end of his life, “home” was like a constellation you’ve seen on cool fall nights all your life — so close and familiar, but inconceivably far away.
For victims of Alzheimer’s, that’s the way home feels. They spend the last years of life struggling to travel there as care-givers look on, whispering assurances as tears form. Story continues here ➤
Longing for home – News | Reflector.com – Greenville
November 9, 2009
