Transport

Mom has moved into a memory care facility. The transport happened today, bringing her from Southern New Mexico to Northern New Mexico. I wasn’t capable of being there, as I had to work, and I wonder if my presence would have made a difference.

Now she’ll have 24/7 care since she can no longer be left alone. This change will relieve some pressure from the caregiver friends and give us peace of mind knowing she’s in safe hands.

As I sit alone in my apartment, typing on my computer, I find myself reflecting on how we arrived at this point in life. It’s hard not to shed a few tears. Writing helps me process these feelings, I think.