Us baby boomers have reached that age
where our parents are either gone or sinking into their debilitating
older years. It's hard witnessing the aging process when it comes
to our own parents. Body parts failing, the mind weakening. Each
month, my mom's memory fades back another degree, as Alzheimer's
takes its toll. But there's a tenderness to old age, too. We sit
sweetly and quietly together, holding hands as we never did in
previous years, smiling at the simplest things, such as the shape
of a strawberry. And, as Larry Massett discovered on this trip
with his eldery mom, after all these years, we can still be surprised
by the people we thought we knew best.