My mom still lives at home at 88, albeit with my younger brother and family moving in with her this past year--at her request. She still travels, thus this fun picture of my hubby with her, last Summer.
|My mom, some of my girlie grands and me!|
I thought about that word-- warehouse-- in regard to beloved seniors. It was an especially poignant thought since, about 10 years back, I worked as a co-manager of a large retirement complex. To be honest, I did see many seniors who rarely received a visit from family. They were seemingly left in our charge to 'entertain', feed and care for, although it was an independent living apartment building, not a care facility. It was a tough job, loving our seniors but seeing so many end-of-life stories that fit into the "warehouse" scenario. Is that what we do with our parents? Do we stick them in a slot and forget them?