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Nursing Homes Are Tragic. So Are the Other Options

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My wife’s father died slowly but on his own terms. He’d retired to a big house in a gated community in the North Carolina mountains, a half hour’s drive down twisty roads to town, where he spent every afternoon with a circle of friends at coffee shops.

He was the kind of man who lived to sit and drink and eat and talk. So when he moved alone into a huge, 3 floor, four-bedroom…




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