That last couple of days have been somewhat hetic. Many of you know that my DH was diagnoised with Early On Set Alzheimers in 2007 at the age of 53. It came to a point this past September that I had to quit my paying job to stay home and care for him. The past couple of months have been very hard, as the progress of the disease has also moved forward. My daughter Charlene and Ralph, my soon to be SIL, have finally convinced me to move into a home with them, so that they could help with his care. It was a hard decision. I didn't feel it fair to burden young people with this problem and I didn't want to leave "my home". My daughter says, "it's my dad", my SIL says "your my family" we are here to help. After many conversations with them, it seemed like the only decision I could make to insure his care, quality of life and my health and sanity, was to make the move. Friday night I received a call from Charlene who said, Mom we got the house, you need to come here tomorrow morning. I made the drive to see the house and meet the owner. It's beautiful. 3 Bedroom, fire place, nice backyard, safe neighborhood, around the corner from Bidwell Park etc. It was like it was ment to be for us. So I'm on the move now. Pictured is our new home. I hope to be moved out of my home by mid-February and with any luck I'll be able to secure renters. I'll be busy for the next couple of weeks as I weed through all the "stuff" I've collected over the years and weed things out.
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