After two years in the nursing home, I lost all hope of anyone showing up. Every night, I’d pray, “Please, take
I wrote daily letters to my son to express how much I missed him after he persuaded me to move into a nursing home. Until a stranger explained the reason and came to take me home one day, he never responded to any of them.
I was given the diagnosis of osteoporosis when I turned 81, which made it hard for me to move around without help. Additionally, my condition made it challenging for my son Tyler and his wife Macy to care for me, so they decided to move me to a nursing home. Tyler informed me, “We can’t be tending to you the entire day, mom.” There is work to be done.
We do not provide care. Despite my constant efforts to avoid interfering with their daily routines, I wondered why he suddenly felt that way toward me. When I needed to walk to another part of the house, I would stay in my room and use my walker.
I promise to keep out of your way. Please don’t put me in a nursing home. I begged, “I would love to continue living here for the rest of my life, your father built this house for me.”
I was dismissed by Tyler, who claimed that my late husband James’s house was “too big for me.”
He said, “Mom, come on.” Macy and I can take care of the house!
We can have separate offices and a gym with all this space. There is ample room for improvement.”
At this point, I realized that the reason he moved me to a nursing home was not to get me the care I needed, but rather to keep my house for himself. When I realized that Tyler had somehow become a selfish man as a child, I was deeply hurt and tried to stop crying.
“Where did I screw up?” When I entered my room that night, I asked myself this. I believed I had raised a gentlemanly man, but it appears I was mistaken. I had no idea my son would betray me.
Tyler and Macy drove me to a nearby nursing home, promising me round-the-clock care from the staff without giving me much choice. Tyler reassured me, “Mom, don’t worry; we’ll visit as much as we can.”
When I heard this, I thought, maybe it wasn’t so bad to move to a nursing home because they had already come to see me. Tyler was just trying to get me off his back, and I had no idea it.
At the nursing home, each day seemed like an eternity. I still longed to be with family rather than in a place full of strangers, despite the fact that the nurses were welcoming and the other patients were pleasant to talk to. I wrote daily letters to Tyler asking him to come visit me or how they were doing without a phone or tablet.
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