Some Days Are Better Than Others

Mom's move to memory care has been an adjustment for all of us, and as always, we're finding that some days are better than others. Mornings seem to be the best, with more activity going on and of course, the possiblity of bright sun streaming in through windows. Evenings can be harder, and we can't help but feel for Mom when she says she's lonely for Dad. She does seem to like her new place, though, and she's met some new friends.

Her leg has been bothering her again, and she's preferring to spend most of the time in her new wheelchair. She says that it's so comfortable, and she feels safer from falls when she's sitting in it. I know a person can start to lose strength and mobility when they spend most of their time sitting, but I guess when you're almost 89, you should probably be able to do what makes you feel safe and comfortable.

Mark added some risers to the sofa and chair, and hopefully that'll make it easier for Mom when she tries to get up from sitting on them. The other morning when I went to visit Mom, she seemed calm and content, which was a welcome thing to see. It's good to take notice and be grateful for the times that she seems more like herself!

We spent some time watching the fish and birds, and then reminisced about how we'd watch the fish and birds with Dad when we went to see him at the Care Center. I'm thinking that maybe we do more of that when we visit.