accompanied by a photo of an old man dancing for his Alzheimers-stricken wife
January 30, 2005
“I couldn’t stay home alone,” Mr. Granger said. “My wife was my life. I just didn’t know that until she died.”
This is possibly the best article I’ve ever read in the Times, about cliques and outcasts and lunch-table romances in assisted living facilities.
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