It isn’t easy for me, it hurts me so much that I’m moved to tears as I’m writing.

My father became a widower more than a year and a half ago. My father, the careless one, the innocent in many things, the one who needs many lessons about emotional and social intelligence, is now old and alone.

What can we do when one or both of our parents need us as a compass to continue on their path in their later years?