Near my daughter’s school is an assisted living facility – at least that’s how it is advertized. I think it is more of a retirement home or independent living. No memory care is provided (but there are many facilities that don’t have the memory care included). To me it appears that the residences are free to come and go. I don’t know that for a fact. It just appears that way.
Two months before the family assigned me the task of looking into care facilities I looked into the one close to Vantanna. The man who showed me around was very nice and gave me a binder of all I had seen and the cost. He encouraged me to look into other facilities but guaranteed that all would be more expensive. And he was right.
I remember giving Corey the information. He said he thought it was all too soon to worry about that. I didn’t think it was. But as there was no memory care I didn’t think it would work for my mom. When Corey finally did get around to realizing that one day we would have to find a place for mom, he checked out the facility and walked away even less impressed than I was. We both agreed that escaping from the facility would have been no challenge to our mom.
Because it was only four months before we were forced into finding something where mom couldn’t escape from, I still get a bit nostalgic whenever we pass by the first facility near Jenna’s school.
This morning she dismissed me before we got to the school. I walked back to the bus stop near the assisted living. As I approached I could see a couple of guys standing near the pillar with the facility’s name on it. One was dressed like a grim reaper. “How cruel,” I thought. But as it turns out it was not for the residence but for the sign and pillar itself. For it was being demolished.
It makes me wonder if the facility has changed ownership and will receive a new name or if it will still be used as a retirement home or if the families of the residence will have to find a new place to live and start paying more money. I wasn’t the only one who was curious about it. The bus driver who stopped for me had his head turned in wonderment as he watched the caterpillar at work. It was the longest he ever stayed at that stop.