When it was time to move my parents out of their home, I was lucky that my father was still very cognizant, able to help plan and execute the move. But my mother was a different story. She has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s three years prior and really didn’t connect with reality. Though she still knew the family, she had lost grasp on the details of everyday life so what do you tell her? What would easiest for her? Did she have a need to say goodbye to her long-time friends? Or would that be more confusing? Would it be easier to just leave with my dad saying their goodbyes?
In our situation, we were able to move my parents into a guest home on my brother’s upstate New York property and hire a full-time live-in to care for my mom. This change gave my mom the attention she needed, but also, critically, relieved my father of the burden of being the primary caregiver which was literally killing him, physically and emotionally.
As the plans progressed, my family decided not to tell my mother that she was moving, only that she was going to visit my brother for “a while”. All of us helped with the move. My two sisters flew with my mother and their two cats to be greeted in Albany by my brother. The same day I flew to Chicago to help my dad pack, oversee the movers and say good bye to our family home for over 25 years.
When we arrived in New York four days later, my mother was just happy to see us… especially my dad, her life partner. When her bed, dresser, piano, sofa and other items arrived a few days later, she was confused but took it in stride. After all, all her loved possessions – my father, her cats, piano, bed and dresser were there, so this must be where she lives. She still gets confused once in a while about where she lived, but I do believe we saved her the confusion and emotion of saying good bye to her friends, very good friends. I don’t believe she would have understood why she needed to say good bye, that she might not ever see them again. I think, in our situation, that we choose wisely.
I would love to hear your story about moving your parents. It is never easy. But I have to say that my father has gotten younger since the move. At 87, he is much happier and healthier than he was with the full burden of the main care giver for my mom. My mom, at 82, is still my loving mom…
Submitted by Lisa Cochrane