We are gearing up to move my 88-year-old father from his home of 40 years to a very small independent living apartment, across the state from his home. He will be closer to family, which is good and I am struggling with trying to make the move as efficiently as possible and still respect that we are deconstructing his life, to a large extent.

I am impressed that he is willing to do this and is, so far, willing to help as much as he can. His Alzheimer’s gets in the way, but he is trying very hard to stay focused and get things done. I will be relieved when it is done, and hope like crazy that he can do this without losing a big part of himself and that my heart will hurt less when he is settled in his new digs.