Mom had always said that she would be fine with a certain nursing home when the time came that she needed one. The time came and we have worked hard to get her from Florida to New York and into the same facility (and same room) that her Mom was in a few years back. The place housed a different set of characters then, and a lot of the good feelings my mother got from the place back then had to do with how much effort my wife and I put into keeping the environment "lite" not only for my grandmother, but for many other residents.
Now that Mom is there, the current crop of residents is cranky, cliquish, and very negative. I am ten years older, but I still do my best to always arrive with a bunch of jokes, some thoughtful gifts for people, and sometimes even my ukulele. But it's a tough crowd this time around, and Mom is starting to get depressed just two weeks into her stay.
The table at which she dines twice a day is filled with gossipy ladies who like to trash people behind their backs and complain about every little thing that is wrong with the place. She dreads going to meals and that's the part that's breaking my heart. Her experience with these women is making her shy away from any social activities, and now she is starting to talk about wanting to go somewhere else. There is nowhere else in the area comparable that she can afford. And quite honestly, I don't expect her to be any happier anywhere else, as the real truth here is that she is devastated by losing her independence and being in the last stage of her life.
There really isn't a question in my post, but if anybody can offer any uplifting thoughts, I'd be very grateful. Thanks!