When the pandemic subsides, I’ll go back to seeing my old friend in her nursing facility. But I’ll go back with a new understanding of what we each get out of our routine.

When my grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 2002, we found it challenging to integrate Jewish practice into her life. But it doesn’t have to be that way—and these organizations are making a difference.

My father always told us about how he survived the Holocaust. Now that dementia has taken his memories away, it’s my turn to tell his stories.