A friend was round last week and was telling us about his old aunt of 92. We always liked her and asked after her. She has just moved into a care home and is, apparently, a new woman. Our visitor glowed when talking about her. She's loving the activities, the food and enjoying the company of the other residents. When he went to visit the other evening she was late from dinner 'as they'd been having such a great chat at her table'.
Her worries have disappeared overnight. eg she worried about house maintenance issues of all sorts, bills, saving electricity etc etc.
Our friend was so sad to think that she could have moved into the home sooner.
I wonder if I'll be brave enough to take the plunge while young enough to enjoy the benefit of life in a care home.