…acrid scent of medications, loose bowels, and disinfectant engulfed us as Jeanne, my mother-in-law, opened the front door of the stately grey colonial in Connecticut where she and Bob, her husband had lived for twenty-five years. Deep lines framed her violet eyes. Beneath them lay circles dark from lack of sleep. Although it was a sunny June day, the air in the house was stifling and…

By Christine Corrigan