My Parents Left Grandma at a Nursing Facility—Then a Brown Suitcase Led Us to the Deed Recorded in My Father’s Name

“For the appointments that need me.”

“A year?”

“I’ll put the dates on my calendar.”

She nodded.

There was no reason to promise I could prevent every problem or be in Ohio whenever she felt uneasy.

I could keep an appointment, answer a call, and tell her if I needed to arrange work in advance.

That was help I could actually give.

At a neighborhood cafe, we ordered soup and crackers.