The Sad Saga of Elder Abuse:
Prevalence Far Greater Than Perception
by Albert Samaha
examiner.com
"Owen Walsh no longer dances at the Tonga Room. He no longer attends receptions at the Common Wealth Club. Much of his time is spent watching television or looking out the window of his Ocean Avenue home. His caretaker is his primary companion and his disease is slowly riddling away his cognizance and memory. On some days his caretaker takes him for a walk. He holds her arm, but only for support."
Owen J. Walsh died on May 18, 2011. Caridad received a telephone call on May 19, 2011. The caller told her Owen had died but would not give her any details. Now she knows he did not die in San Francisco and that he may have died in Vallejo. Imagine her sadness. Her heart is broken, and these court appointed "professionals" show no decency or compassion. Cari calls them monsters. To be honest, I cannot think of a better description!Continue reading on Examiner.com...
