In 2001 my brother and I escorted our mother of 83 years from her home in Lodi to an assisted living facility that would accept people with Alzheimer’s. She moved reluctantly that day, encouraged by half truths and lies of omission from those that loved her.
In the 1950’s, writer Henry Miller recorded the following essay describing the somewhat similar experience of escorting his aunt to an asylum. The circumstances are very different, modern medicine has improved, and today’s accommodations are far superior, but the gut-wrenching emotions he elicits are profoundly similar. (click arrow below to play recording)