The time has come....
I am not sure how to start or where to end this. Our journey with my mom has been long. There have been great days and not so great days. We have laughed our way through it as much as possible, this horrendous hand she has been dealt. 2020 has not been kind to her, to us or to so many others. I don't feel sorry for us but yet of course in moments, I do. I am allowed. I am not sure if it is just the natural progression of the Alzheimer's, the isolation, the lack of human interaction, the stress of knowing yet not knowing my dad was sick or what but 2020 for her has been the downhill slide that we knew was coming but that we were never ever fully prepared for. The time has come. We have to move her. I can't even wrap my head around this half the time but yet here I am doing it. She will move next week, after the new year has officially been rung in! She will start 2021 in a "Rest Home" - it's different than assisted living because she is way passe...