I love the word, “bittersweet”.   So many things are sad/sweet and I like having a word that means that.  Today’s post is very bittersweet for me.  It is my last weekend with my friend who is moving to a nursing facility this week.  I have seen the facility and it’s brand new and beautiful.  Her room is much bigger than I expected and she has a nice view of the woods that surround the facility.  Huge, huge bathroom with huge shower.  Even has a small fridge.  Staff seems very nice.   She will have most everything she needs but when you have just turned 60 it just doesn’t seem right to spend the rest of your life  in a “facility” no matter how nice it is.  There is no other choice.   She has to have 24 hour care and it has now progressed to more than I and my co-workers can handle.   Being the type of person I am, I having a hard time letting go.  I think about her daughter who is flying in this week and has to deal with this plus get her mom’s huge apartment emptied out by May 1st.  How is she going to do it?   How is my friend going to cope being in a new place without us there to help her?  Does the new staff realize how dependent she is on help?  What will she do all day?  So many things to worry about and yet, there is nothing I can do.  My time with her is over.  I will go on to help others but will always  think about her and wonder how it will all end.  Bittersweet.


About queenrobyn

61 yrs.old, wife, mother, grandma, artist, humorist, friend, caregiver, blogger, retired singer, rughooker, doll and mohair teddy bearmaker, born-again Christian, rebel, optimist, addicted Ebay shopper, collector (or hoarder as my husband would tell you), glamper, lover of all things old and worn (like me!)

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