It was last February, the 14th to be exact when I went to my parent’s house in Genoa to pick up my parent’s to transport my dad to a doctor’s appointment in Columbus.
When I arrived there my dad was sitting on the floor and to me it looked like he was doing some type of exercise, but that was not the case he had fallen and was unable to get up.
Little did I know at the...
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