PArt 2: When I came back home from deployment, my wife was telling the neighbors, “His mother has dementia. She keeps injuring herself.” t1
Mom’s answer came without hesitation. “Confused enough to make Abigail comfortable.” For several seconds, I simply stared at her. The woman sitting on the edge of that bare mattress looked exhausted. Purple marks circled both wrists. Her gray hair had been tied back carelessly, and there were deep shadows beneath her eyes that hadn’t been…