VISIT TO SEACREST 10/29/15
Recently, I
visited our local Jewish senior “retirement” facility. I call Seacrest Village a “retirement”
facility because most of those living there have retired from their “other
lives”: housewife, doctor, lawyer, teacher, sales-person or youth advisor. That list hardly covers the variety of folks
and the specifics of their “other lives”.
Their chosen vocations cover a long list of possibilities as diverse as
the many shades of gray that exists in any sampling of today’s population. It
is the list of what folks do to remain active, to earn dollars, to keep
themselves busy and finally, to express individuality.
I am considering a move to a facility
because I am 93 years old; I live alone. Loneliness finds me too frequently;
cooking for myself is a turn-off rather than a challenge. Though I used to be fussy about the food I
ate, I no longer am a gourmet, interested in the top-drawer excellence of the
cuisine that I indulge in. I simply
wish to feed my appetite with “healthy” food.
At Seacrest Village I found good food that
satisfied my hunger successfully, there were more choices than I offer myself
at home. That kitchen provides a
variety of sandwich fillings that would be impossible at any given time, at
home. I never get to choose between
fish and meat at home – I eat what the cook (me) has planned or remain
hungry. A different dessert is possible
every night at Seacrest and always there is a variety of ice creams. No such luck at home. In the food department Seacrest Village is
the winner. I could never achieve the
variety and choices it offers.
The question that I have to answer for
myself, simply put, is “do I wish to move, give up my comfy home and a portion
of my precious independence?” I believe
I can still be independent at Seacrest.
I can choose to have one meal a day or two or three. I can choose to go to an activity or remain
at home reading. I can go to the gym or
the pool, or outside for a walk.
It will however, be a comfort not to have to
plan meals. There would be little
shopping to do. Perhaps I would shop
for “nosh” and have something available for Matt and Judi and my friends, when
they visit.
As I think about it, I would be more
independent at Seacrest than I am at home.
A ride to the doctor would more easily be arranged, my contacts and
social life would be provided; I can pick and choose. Things would be easier than at home where I am responsible for
myself. Perhaps a retirement facility
would share that responsibility with me.
There would eventually be tablemates as I begin to make friends and find
myself sitting at dinner with the same people each night. If I suddenly did not show up there would be
people around who would miss me, maybe even worry about me. Here at home, it could be many days before
folks would realize and say, “I have not seen Ag, I wonder if she is alright”.
If I go, I will have to break up this warm,
beloved home of mine. I used to say
that wherever Erv and I were together, that was home. He has been gone almost eight years so I guess home is where my
head hits a familiar pillow in a familiar bed.
I will take them with me to Seacrest along with a few more well used and
loved items. The rest remains for Judi
and Matt to pick and choose what they wish to keep and then I will cut the cord
on my belongings. They are only
things; I will take my memories with me
because I need no string around my finger to help me remember.