Lightspeedmom had some news for me yesterday.

My father’s mother, my only surviving grandparent, is moving in with them. Apparently, the home where she was heretofore living has recently started admitting mental patients and this is scaring her. She would no longer leave her room to go to the washroom at night. My grandmother’s meager resources makes finding another nursing home difficult.

This is the second “what to do with the seniors” crisis my family has faced. Before my grandfather died, my parents had the heart-rending task of separating him from his wife of forty years and placing him in a nursing home, because providing the level of care he needed would have in turn destroyed her health.

Moving in with my folks is a good thing for my grandmother, but I’m really sad for my mother in all this. She and my father retired hand-in-hand in April. At 53 and 55 respectively, they still have a lot of energy and time left to enjoy life, and dreams to pursue. Up to a few years ago, they were dedicated to spoiling their only child. Now it was finally going to be their much-deserved time, and I couldn’t have been happier. I fear that with this new development, the party’s already over. That they’ll not dare leave for weekends and trips, something they’re always doing.

I talk to anyone about this, and everyone seems to have a horror story about something relating to this issue.

Well, wasn’t that dull and depressing! I’ll post something funny later on.