The difficulties associated with escorting a loved one from this life to the next can be as inconvenient as they are disturbing.
These anonymous Yelpers are sharing their most awkward moments during the most challenging times of their lives.
Dear Miss Betty, Several times I’ve hoped to find you at work in your garden or sharing a kind conversation with the crabby lady no one likes in your senior living community.
11 months have passed since that day at the dealership. The chance that we’ll meet again seems less likely by the day, but I’m not giving up.
I harbor the hope that someone you know will read this letter and bring us together for that lunch date we talked about.