SPA SPECIAL
My mother-in-law was so chic, always dressed in a stylish outfit with a beautiful manicure to match. But as she got older and dementia set in, she could no longer keep up her appearance.
On my way to see her one day, I picked up a pretty tote and filled it with manicure supplies—clippers, cotton balls, files, hand cream and several bottles of nail polish. As I massaged and painted, I updated her on everything: our family, my job, which flowers were blooming in the garden. She couldn’t speak, but she squeezed my hand in appreciation.
Then a friend was hospitalized. I thought she might enjoy pampering as well. She picked her color, and I got to work.
“Thank you,” she said. “I never get manicures. This is…