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Assisted Living—for All Ages

My mother lives at an assisted living facility these days. When she goes out, people she knows will greet her and tell her how lovely she looks and will then say, "How do you like your new home?" She puts on her best public smile and says, "Well, it's hard to call it home, but it's where I live." She refuses to accept the place as home even though she was desperately lonely in her own house and felt awkward and lonely when she lived with my sister. It's just the way she is. But when I spent some time with her a week ago, I saw how all the residents looked after each other, and they were all so friendly. And I thought how assisted living isn't such a bad idea. Granted, I fantasize about living in a commune or owning a big inn I can fill with people who could use a little help, a little assistance. In response to my visit with my mother, here is today's column for Small Town Newspaper.

And if you've got five minutes, watch this video of a "flash mob" event at my mother's "home." The man who slept through the whole thing and wakes up with painted nails is Carl. My mother is in this as well—the woman in pink who walks away at the end. 

Comments

savannah said…
what a hoot, sugar! i LOVED it and your column was right on! xoxoxox
dive said…
That video is just too delightful for words. You've got to put it out on FB, Robyn. "Indigestion?" cracked me up.

Great piece as always. You are such an inspiring writer.
Frank Damon said…
Hmm, you know, having an inn sounds like a fantastic idea. When we grow old, having people by your side is very comforting. Loneliness can drag the spirit down and make old age miserable.
Hi all,

Assisted living is a type of living arrangement in which personal care services such as meals, housekeeping, transportation and assistance with activities of daily living are available as needed. Also an important aspect of the assisted living model is to provide security, comfort and meaningful activities for residents. Thanks.....

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