One Sweet Fatherly Gesture
A short true story about Love’s hand piercing the veil of Alzheimer’s
His large, square, freckled hands almost deftly opened the small “Brownie Bites” wrapper. I had got it started for him, worried that my 88-year-old father couldn’t manage the strength needed to get the initial tear going. I watched as he pulled apart the opening at the seam and reached in with his…