My dad called to let me know he was holding some paperwork for me. We chitchatted for a little while about how my house was coming along. I asked him how my grandma was doing in her rehab unit. He said she began declining again and they had her placed in home with a unit that specializes in people with dementia. He said it was for the best as the entire family works and no one can be around to care for her like a facility can.
I suppose I could agree it's necessary for her to receive good round-the-clock care from experienced professionals, yet it feels incredibly cold and uncaring to leave her wellness with those who don't know her like we do. It's difficult to see someone you love degenerate so quickly. I loved her quick wit, her ability to interject common sense in situations, and her place at the head of the family. It feels like no one leads anymore and no one stays together - we merely just bump into one another when necessary. How sad for the once-closeness of us.
This is a space separate of my house blog. Here is where you'll find a little bit of everything. I'll try to avoid vapid posts - but no promises.