Navigating the Terrible

It all started 52 days ago. I was out for drinks with Cousin Jim and we were relaxing and reminiscing. My cell phone rang. It was my mom asking me to come over and help get my dad off the floor. This was not the first of such calls, in fact, they were beginning to become more frequent over the last year. In the past, I had urged my mom to call 911, as i…