My mom lives in my condo building. Down the hall. I go see her…..visit….almost every day. I try not to use the word” visit”, though, because it feels like she’s in a nursing home where people have to go visit her. I don’t know if she feels that way, or if it’s just me and my hangups. But I very consciously stay away from the word.
It’s hard though. When you can’t drive anymore. When you are sitting on your couch waiting. Waiting for a phone call or a visitor. How different is it from being in a nursing home? It’s the step just before that point. We both know it. But, we don’t voice it. If we do we have turned that corner and made a beautiful, downtown high rise with a breathe taking view, into solitary confinement. A resident at a nursing home. Waiting for a visit.