Updated: May 12
In October, a few days before Joe Fraley’s mom moved into an assisted-living facility, before she stopped recognizing him and responding to his music, he sat beside her on the porch with his guitar and turned on the camera.
It was sweet and sad as Judy Fraley asked her youngest son questions he had learned not to try to answer.
“Who are we now?” she asked him. “I don’t understand.” READ MORE