I’ve written much about loss and grief. A note from a friend leads me to one more possible label for my experience.

When we stop to consider “quality of life,” whose life are we thinking about most?

Caregiving is a conundrum. On the one hand, it is an honorable opportunity for its own sake and with its own rewards, while the other hand is often mired in guilt and self-loathing that comes from not doing enough, or doing too much of what we shouldn’t.

All of our life he wrote me love notes. And now I’m writing them to him.

Gradual cognitive decline followed by critical weakness in his body led to our separation after decades of being together.

“Your time is valuable. Share it!” Advice I wouldn’t have expected to read. Truth I’ve discovered again and again—especially now that I’m a caregiver.

To live well with a dementia sufferer, you must enter their world. This is the main, but not the only, lesson I learned but actually used too slowly.

Capitalizing on the present while admitting and grieving the loss of the past is the challenge for everyone loving a person with a debilitating disease.

As a daughter anticipates Yom Kippur, she thinks about how she has served her mother, wondering about the year to come.

The mother I had as a child no longer resembled the person she had become. But I loved her all the same, clear through the difficult days till the very end.

Notes from a 10-year unchosen journey by a family committed to keeping their promise to their dad

“Though I never expected to be alone at this age or for this long, God has truly led me to a new, different, and surprisingly fulfilling life.”

Phyllis Girdwood reflects on what it meant to care for her husband who was dying with cancer—and how she’s learning to cope in the years since his passing.

First my wife and today my dad. I never would have expected these caregiving duties—or the blessings that came because of them.

The story of how our life has changed, beginning with a senseless auto accident in 2014.

After what I’ll honestly call a very difficult year, I can say, I’m doing great. But the hope we celebrated at Christmas means more than ever.

“Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” I’m trying, I’m really trying.

Going through this makes us stronger. We don’t like it, but in retrospect we can say, “OK, God, you’ve humbled me. You’ve made me a better person.”

Though we have hard days and life is like a yo-yo right now, I am thankful for a God who listens and comes to help me through the rough spots.

I have a confession. Even though I’ve been doing ministry for 50 years and have been a believer for 55 years or so, I still have more questions about prayer than I have answers.