Today my grandmother was placed in a fine nursing home some thirty minutes from my grandfather's house. It is a much more pleasant environment than the senior center in Seaford; that particular facility was one of the reasons my Pop-Pop had been so opposed to nursing homes.
Pop-Pop reports that Mom-Mom's room is spacious, the facility smells clean and is in excellent repair, and the staff is pleasant and well-equipped to handle her round-the-clock needs. He saw residents, many of whom are in various stages of Alzheimer's Disease themselves, being treated with dignity and respect. He is permitted to take meals with Mom-Mom and to bring her whatever snacks and treats from home he might wish, and laundry is washed on-site, free of charge.
Pop-Pop is well pleased with the situation and looked like an immense weight had been lifted from his shoulders when Jay and I had dinner with him this eve. He does not think his wife of 60 years has much longer, but he feels that he has done the best for her that was possible. It's really good to see my grandfather in better spirits.
