the middle and end of the journey...
Steve and I cleared out Grammy's room yesterday at Willow Crossing-which included a queensize four poster bed, 2 highboys, 1 lowboy, TV stand and 27" TV...oh and a box of shoes and pocketbooks, 2 wardrobe boxes of clothes, a trashbag full of depends, a trash bag full of more clothes,hamper and lamp...we dragged her mattress and boxspring into the dumpster, along with a broken lamp and a heavily soiled, spoiled wingback chair...It was a lot of hard work, and every bone, muscle and joint is in agreement with that fact. *Moans*. Anyhow, our house might as well be a furniture store...Just when you think our house couldn't hold another scrap, we hauled 2 more truckloads of Grammy's crap. But the sad reality is, Grammy can't go back to Willow Crossing. They won't allow her. She doesn't want to go back anyways. She thinks she'll be going to some new facility, but doesn't realize it will probably be a nursing home. She's going to be really pissed. But she needs constant care and supervision, 24/7. So, that's our next objective-find a place that is the right place for Grammy. I've heard some horror stories about various Nursing Homes, but I know there are good ones out there. It is so sad to see all the old folks with just a hint of that spark that once burned brightly...and then I feel the aches and pains from yesterday's labors and realize, hey in another 20 to 30 years, I'll be there too. Where's Dr. Kervorkian when you need him?