Thirty years ago as an advertising copywriter, I wrote a print ad for a nursing home, and the headline was "The Best Years Are Always the Ones Ahead." That was my delusional 26-year-old self, envisioning a far-off time when I'd be sitting in a gazebo with a no-shed golden retriever, smiling out at a golf course as manicured as my nails. I would not know then — could not know then — how it would feel to watch my father, shaky with Parkinson's disease, struggle to get out of a chair at
By Janet Fricke Combs
Nov 11, 2016
