Whether or not we are a party to a placement in a nursing home, these images and experiences in the previous chapter make us feel like executioners. We not only feel part of a living death, we fear the day when we may undertake the paperwork, orchestrate family attitudes and feelings, sort through artifacts, and sell the old homestead to pay the fee for someone to live in the nursing home. No one will know how we feel or how to help us. Except, perhaps, those who have been through it.
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