• At 41 years old, I moved in with my 88-year-old grandmother. • My personal circumstances made it relatively easy for me to slip into the role of caregiver. • My grandma and I enjoy watching TV together, but caregiving isn't easy.

A little more than two years ago, I woke up in my childhood bedroom for the first time in more than three decades.

I wasn't home just for a visit. In fact, I wasn't even back with my parents. At 41 years old, I moved in with my 88-year-old grandmother to take care of her. (I call her Mamaw as any good Texan kid would.)

All along, my family knew that one day the Mamaw would no longer be able to live alone. Since my grandmother refused to give up her own home, I offered to move in.

It made the most sense for me to move in with Mamaw

When I was a kid, Mama

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