with her mom, we knew when it was time to move her in
i guess that whole story started 10 years ago
her dad's health was going down hill and we wanted to move them closer
we started looking for a house with, i guess, guest quarters?
i wanted them to live with us, without giving up any autonomy, meaning i didnt want them to live somewhere that felt like an after thought, where they felt like they were living with me, or that didnt have a full kitchen
come to find out, there are to many places like that around
we ended up buying a duplex and moving us in on one side, them on the other (that gave them a 1700 sqaure feet 3 bed 2 bath home, and since it both sides had dual stall garages i ended up with 3 of them)
they lived there until her dad died in 2013 (i believe)
about a year later, my wife went to see her mom, and she wasnt cooking
now, i dont know if you know this about latina women, but if they arent cooking, somethings wrong
so the wife asked her, why arent you cooking mom?
and she replied...why would i, i got no one to cook for
so at that point we knew she wasnt gonna last long if she stayed there on her own
so we started looking for another house, this time one that was big enough for our family, and had room for her mom
within a month we had signed the papers for the house we're in now (cool side note, the duplex we were in before, had been for sale for YEARS before we bought it...when we looked at the new house, the selling realtor asked what the duplex appraised at and bought it at that price, didnt even need to list it)
now that she lives with us, shes doing much better
she helped with the kids and cooked again...though some of that has tapered down again as the disease progresses but i can guaranty you, if we hadnt moved her in with us when we did, she would be in a home or dead by now
