Frances O'Connor

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On a Friday morning, sitting in a coffee shop with my dog beside me, the quiet hits a little differently. For years, this time was never quiet. It was spent hands-on caring, coordinating, advocating, and in the latter months, visiting my dad every chance I had, constantly on alert to ensure he was safe, comfortable, and receiving the dignified care he deserved. Dad died in June. With September being World Alzheimer’s Month, I’ve found myself reflecting deeply on the collision between professional life, personal gr…

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