The hardest decision my family has had to make was putting my father in a nursing home. He had dementia so was frightened by the change of scenery since the apartment he shared with my mother was familiar— it was home. The nursing home was not.
St. Francis Nursing Home staff took care of my dad when his family could not. They were there for him when he was up late at night, when he was angry, confused, happy, depressed and when he was dying. We held one of Dad’s hands, and they held the other.
They became an extension of his family simply by their calling to serve nursing home residents. We were blessed the staff made his final months liveable, despite Dad being away from everything familiar. Dementia is a dreadful disease that removes a person’s humanity, leaving the sufferer blank, a caricature of their former self.