tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20352591.post8062593927284383588..comments2022-03-15T05:51:40.074-04:00Comments on LIFE IN THE END ZONE: Back in BusinessMuriel Gillickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13001304171183760292noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20352591.post-74067288642195211442013-06-24T17:00:23.963-04:002013-06-24T17:00:23.963-04:00Glad to see this. My husband is 72 with mild cogn...Glad to see this. My husband is 72 with mild cognitive impairment due to TIAs, they think. I am 76. We moved to an independent living facility in our children's hometown so that I could have time to travel (alone) without worrying about him getting enough to eat or having hallucinations. Neither of us like it here much, it is far less independent than I thought it would be; most residents are over 85 and in walkers. However, the food is good and it serves the purpose. It seems like every day another "retirement community" opens up. Obviously kids can't or won't care for their parents the way our parents did--my own parents and one inlaw died before such care was needed. My MIL lived to 92, but last 2 years were in a nursing home.Arleedahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04797427744518350415noreply@blogger.com