That day, that hour, that moment, our cottage resident was spot on, attuned to every detail, every fact, every nuance of the mission . . .
She had tried everything she could think of, but it made no difference. Extra activities. Added staff. Security cameras . . .
Mrs. Sanchez had been living at our community for some time. In fact, she had been just living for some time . . .
A resident of our assisted living community, he dressed in Hawaiian shirts every day, so they were immediately visible . . .
Older than his wife, he knew the odds were against him outliving her . . .
He made that very clear from the start. To everyone who cared to listen (which weren’t many) . . .
The son came into our community looking into a memory care apartment for his father. He and his brother were having challenges with him, he said. “What kind of challenges?” I asked . . .