Today his daughter and I
went together to look at two
potential homes for him.
We rejected the glamorous
up-market one with the formal air
for the old building, the laughter,
the residents’ vegetable patch,
the assistant manager whose eyes
grew wet too when I cried.
If we had dogs instead of cats,
I could take them to visit
(provided they had
their vaccinations).
Anyway, a dog and a cat
live there already. And
I can bring him back here
to visit our cats and me.
It’s just five minutes away!
He can take his own comfy chair.
Peeping into rooms, we saw
walls hung with photos
and favourite paintings,
personal bookshelves,
collections of souvenirs.
We told him all about it. At first
it’s just for a try; then, if he likes it....
His face cleared. He started to smile.
That is such a hard thing. You've captured it very well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, love.
ReplyDeleteOh kiddo, you are walking through the days when one must have a warrior heart, at the same evincing gentleness and reassurance. We are sending you both love and support across the miles. I am glad you are writing your way through. Such a transition, such adjustment. Your husband is brave. He smiled.
ReplyDeleteIt is hard but also the reality of life for a number of people. It takes a lot of adjustment and I wish you and your family well.
ReplyDeleteI have an elderly father and presently he is doing well but before my mother died it quite saddened me that her once sharp memory had started to fade. Hoping it all comes out well for your family and what is decided.
ReplyDeleteNo easy decisions here...
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