“Yes, thank you again for the tour of the campus. It was very informative.”
“I’ll be honest with you, Meadow, it’s a lot to take in. This is the third facility I’ve toured in as many days, so some of the details begin to blend together. But overall, I’m liking what I’m seeing. Sunny Skies seems like it’d be a good fit for Twilight. Especially the variety of activities that are available.”
“Like I said, my wife’s always been a bookworm, but she likes to tinker with things too. And chess. She used to play often, so she’d definitely be interested in the chess club here.”
“Still, I want to do my homework before making a final decision. Not to mention needing to sleep on something like this for a while. So let’s talk some numbers…”
God... just the thought of having to send someone to such a place...
It reminds me of my husband's grandmother. When I first met her, she'd already started to lose much of her memory and everything to dementia, so I didn't get to talk with her too much. But she was very nice. She was a librarian, and loved books and reading. And then she lost it all. By the time she was committed to a memory-care facility, my husband said that his grandmother was already gone, that what was left was just an empty shell that wore her face walking around.
She passed away a couple of years ago, but he'd already been mourning her for years prior to that.
I feel like if his health ever declined I might feel the same way. And I hope I never have to see that.