Back at the Home

Mom went back to her Memory Care home today.  After being in rehab for a month and a half, she was nervous and wasn't sure she'd remember anybody.

She fussed and fretted as  Matt and I packed up her room.  I finally asked Matt to take her to see the fish aquarium in the lobby so I could get it done.  He ushered her out and less than five minutes later, I was rolling the big bag down the hall.  Matt went and got the car and we headed towards the home. 

It was a busy day at the  home - the podiatrist was visiting and people were milling around waiting for their turn, and the aides and nurses were hopping.  It took a while to even get in the door to go get her wheelchair.  As we transferred her to the chair, the aide who was one of her "favoritest people" walked up and Mom threw her arms open to hug her.  Once she realized she would recognize people, she was ready to go in.

Matt and I unpacked her while she supervised, then she went out to see her friends.  Being back in a place where they know and love Mom will make a world of difference.  

When I left, there was no begging and pleading.  She looked up from her conversation with her friend Sandy Lee and waved.  That was it.  Thank God.




 

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