Assisted Living, Nursing Home, Retirement Good-Byes

When you live in an assisted living or retirement home or nursing home, it is important for your well-being to make friends. (As is true in life, right Midas?) But the reality is that such friendships may end abruptly in an unpleasant fashion. (No, not bell-bottoms)

Chuck was a friend I made at my new home. He served in the Army, his wife had recently died and his daughter lived nearby. He told wonderful stories about his life and loved a good joke. (You can call me CD. GRIN.) (Seedy, get it? Men will be men. Ha ha) We had lunch together once and he clued me in quietly about some of the residents here. (Again, that is what men call gossip when women do it, but "informing" when done by the men.)

Lately he began to wander a bit far and a few days ago was removed to a new home. I never got to say good-bye. Now, I realize this will be par for the course here and I must get used to it, but it will be a challenge for me because I hate good-byes. (If you have read my previous posts, and who HASN'T? Uh-hem, you may recall that I still remember my kindergarten classmates fondly. They will always be a part of me.)

So, I will get used to this. There are so many wonderful people here with wonderful stories, opinions, gossip, er/or information, that I will never lack for a friend. (Though I suspect many will find me odd at best.) There is just so much to do here. I can't wait until my partner and I are feeling stronger and can partake in more activities. (POKER! BRIDGE! YAHOOO)

For now I will shoot pool from a power chair (My first try, and not a pretty sight) and continue to try and figure out where exactly in the city I AM. LOL (No, seriously, where am I??)