Early last year, I wrote about my Aunt Molly and how much I saw my mom in her. And how much she'd gone downhill since I last visited. It's funny (not humorous) how the elderly, when they are dying, they die in stages, like stairs with longish landings. As time goes by, the landings get shorter and the steps get steeper. They never ascend, either. It's all down. Just a … [Read more...]