It’s All Relative.
July 09, 2011|By Rosemary McClure, Special to the Los Angeles Times
My friend’s phone call numbed me.
Twice in the last week, she said, she’d seen my mother sitting in a car in a neighborhood near her home. “Today she was there for more than two hours in the heat,” she added.
My stomach churned.
Mom suffered from dementia; she could no longer drive, or even speak coherently most of the time. She hadn’t gotten to the area my friend was talking about on her own.