It seems like just last month that Angie moved from her "cottage" to an apartment in her senior living community. That was a tough move, letting go of a place where she had grown comfortable.
This week we had to move into the "memory care" center. I think the hardest thing about all this is watching Angie's world continue to shrink. She says to me "what causes my mind to do this?" then she will look at me and say "so I guess I am crazy?" Heartbreaking questions. Some have answers, some do not. She knows she is where she needs to be for now to be safe.
I feel like a mother worrying about her kid going off to college. Is she ok? Is she getting to the dining room? Is she making some friends? I hope everyone is treating her ok.
I am learning new things everyday. Things that are unbelievably hard. Things that you can't prepare yourself for. As a good friend just told me when I asked about any wisdom he could pass along from his experiences "it's a tough dance to teach..." We have our tap shoes on.
Members of the Moss National guard are arriving from the East and the West in strategically staggered shifts. Mary Ann has outlined the plan of attack well. Boots are officially on the ground with the arrival of Dottie last night. Chris is the official errand runner and chef to the troops.
In retrospect, the last move went easier than expected. I hope to be able to look back 6 months from now and say the same thing about this move. I will let you know when the Moss's have their "shuffle ball change" routines down and are ready to debut their prime-time tap dance extravaganza.