Assisted Living: Dividing lines
When you move in to give assistance to an aging parent, the dividing lines between parent and child, yours and mine, begin to blur. At the same time, the divide between cultures and generations sharpens.
Dynamic Woman — Changing Times
When you move in to give assistance to an aging parent, the dividing lines between parent and child, yours and mine, begin to blur. At the same time, the divide between cultures and generations sharpens.
Becoming an adult orphan is among the inevitable rites of passage. The day an adult’s last remaining parent dies is a somber occasion.
Once you decide that someone you love and feel responsible for requires assisted living, you are in for a tough conversation. All previous conversations have been theoretical. This conversation will be highly emotional.
Does any parent ever decide on their own to move into assisted living? I told myself that my mother-in-law made this decision when she purchased long term care insurance. Her brother lost his home and ended up in a trailer on his son’s property, dependent on the care of his overworked children. She did not want that for herself, or for us.
This little guy arrived special delivery, mail dropped from Barbara Haiges to Stan and Mary Bruederle. They brought him to me from California along with my Writer’s Magazine and my Chico’s catalog. Chimpie comes courtesy of MailChimp, my email list management and delivery service who does such an awesome job for free on my enewsletter.
I’m a seasonal sort, programmed for certain activities at specific times of the year. My Friends are posting about happy New Year’s Day traditions, parades and football games, gourmet breakfasts, birding walks. Not for us. Every January 1, we make a clean start by sorting through the Orchard Supply closet. It’s our tradition.