Mom has lost 25 pounds since moving into the assisted living facility. She doesn't like the food and isn't eating. She has been depressed and it has been hard for her to get motivated to eat. I had a couple of days off in a row. I was supposed to actually rest and recoup some energy before beginning a marathon summer internship. I didn't. I brought mom "home' and fed her. I watched my dog get happy, waking the house with her thumping tail wags on the floor. I watched my mom's cat come out and purr, chasing toys that had become dusty. We were alive again. I still have mixed feelings about the Facility she now calls "the home". They take good care of her when she cooperates. I felt like my very empty lonely house was "home" again. And parts of the visit were a great success! Mom ate! And some of it wasn't. I got too tired quickly. We simply could not do it alone.
Nothing is perfect and maybe this will be all right. She is back now, willingly and happy, (and currently well fed) in "the home". Not my home. We decided "It was a vacation only". It was good, but we all agree, I cannot keep it up. We have plans for a return vacation when my internship ends, and then we will also have pie.
Sacred keeper of my heart's joy;
Thank you for this brief island of happiness and reunion. Memories may flee, but love and wagging tails remain to bring us peace and smiles.