Issue 3.4 – Lonely

“It’s your shot Charlie,” Alf called from across the pool table with a bit of impatience. Charlie hadn’t been paying attention, lost in his own thoughts again. He was doing that quite a bit these days. “Are you playing or not?” Alf asked with his hands on his hips. “Oh…um yes…” Charlie said, picking up…

Issue 3.3 – Couple Suites

“Charlie, do you have a moment?” Debra asked as she approached Charlie’s table in the dining room. “I always have a moment for you Debra,” Charlie smiled. Charlie had grown fond of Debra during this most difficult time. She was always around to lend an ear, and frequently checked on him to make sure he…

Issue 3.2 – Declined

It had taken Charlie a few weeks to work up some motivation to venture out of the suite more regularly. Unlike Hazel, who had taken part in various activities around the Manor, Charlie was used to his creature comforts…his armchair and crossword puzzles, shooting pool with his friends, playing a game of cards, and maybe…

Issue 3.1 – Flowers and Litter Pans

It had been a week since Hazel’s funeral. Charlie had not done much, choosing to be alone in his suite with his thoughts and memories. The phone would ring and he would muster enough will to answer. Unfortunately, the conversations were all the same, and thus his responses were almost rehearsed. “I’m ok.” “Yes, things…

Issue 2.52 – Hand Squeezes and Realizations

Charlie gave Catherine’s hand a little squeeze as the town car made its way past the cemetery gates. He briefly turned to look over his shoulder to see John and James’ town car behind them. It was weird. Funerals were supposed to feel…final. At least they had before for Charlie. He had seen many friends…

Issue 2.51 – It’s Alright to Cry

The atmosphere of the supervisors’ meeting was very different today. Where Debra was used to handling interdepartmental bickering and various interpersonal conflicts, this meeting seemed to center around the recent passing of Hazel. “I can’t get Perdita to even go into the unit,” Mary Ellen explained. Mary Ellen was the Head Housekeeper, and she tried…

Issue 2.50 – Grief and Realities

Charlie felt the very moment Hazel left. He couldn’t quite describe how he knew it, other than the sense of peace that filled the room and the energy that left her hand as he held it. It was also odd how he had imagined this very moment over the past little while, expecting nothing but…

Issue 2.49 – It’s Ok To Go

There had been much commotion over Hazel’s arrival back home. The discharge was certainly not well planned nor communicated with Debra and her team at the Manor. Homecare had not even been arranged, and so there was much work to do. While Charlie was still making the majority of the decisions for his wife, he…

Issue 2.48 – Taxi

Hazel made her way back to her bed from the washroom. She grasped onto the handles of her walker and tried to remember exactly what her rehabilitation therapist had told her to do. Everything was so cloudy in her head. How long had she been here? Months? She really couldn’t remember. Did she live here…

Issue 2.47 – Assessing Assessment

Catherine was grateful for her mother’s new doctor, Dr. Villeneuve. After Dr. Sheppard had transferred the file yet again, Dr. Villeneuve had taken the time to rectify many of the concerns both Catherine and Charlie had with regards to Hazel’s care plan. After several medication changes, different treatment options, and more attentiveness by the hospital…

Issue 2.46 – Changeover

“Hello, I’m Dr. Sheppard. Let’s see here…Hazel Robertson.” The grey-haired man took a file out from under his arms and began rhyming off the list of medications Hazel was currently on, checking with the nurse who had been administering them. “Um, I mean no disrespect, but where is Dr. Sharma? She’s been looking after mom…

Issue 2.45 – Not Easy

Charlie gently held Hazel’s hand while he read to her. He knew that she was sleeping, and not following along, but he was comforted in knowing that this small act let her know he was there. She could hear his voice at least, and when she would wake, she would smile faintly and her eyes…