Friends. Lots of Friends.
Really, that’s it. My grandmother, who was recently admitted to assisted facility living just a couple weeks ago, at the age of 94, now on oxygen, wishes she had moved earlier. Why? Because she now has a whole group of new friends she never knew she would meet, or thought she would ever want to meet.
Of course my parents are grateful, because the reality is (was), moving a relative from a home they’ve known for almost a century, is (was) not easy.
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There’s definitely a negative stigma attached to assisted living facilities, but there are certainly good ones out there if you look hard. Great post.
Adjustment period, I would say, is where the hard part comes in. Staying in a “new home”, where things are completely different than what we’ve been used to , wouldn’t be easy at all. But – yes – meeting new friends and acquaintances helps the adjustment period a whole lot less of a burden.
Nice post…knowing about how your grandmother feels like gives me an impression that my grandmother will be just fine in the facility, too…thanks!
What’s ironic too, is that my mother put off moving her mother into a home because, at least in part, the fear that she would not like it. Well, guess what she (my grandmother) said the other day? She wishes she would have moved a years ago!