Making the decision to have Mom move to Agrace HospiceCare was an easy one. Her health was deteriorating; she had a cough that was getting worse and she was becoming afraid to stay alone in her apartment. So, based on an objective analysis, it made perfect sense.
Yet this was the second time in three years that we were taking her from her home and moving her to new and unfamiliar territory. She had adjusted well to life at Attic Angels and she was now being brought into a new environment.
She told us that she “was not happy” about the move. When I asked her if she was afraid we were just “dumping her” someplace, she said that she was—yet after a few minutes she said that she knew that wasn’t the case.
A little while later, Bruce and I were sitting on the sofa in her room and she was asleep in the recliner. In her sleep, the tears started to run down her cheeks.
She knew. She didn’t want us to see her tears, yet sleep allowed her the freedom to be sad.