Assisted Living in Queens - The Most Difficult Decision We Ever Had to Make

My father, Edward Russell, was a headstrong,had to make. My 82-year-old father's health was
self-sufficient man. He was born in Springfield, Illinois indeteriorating and it was no longer possible for my
the year 1920, the youngest of three brothers whosister to continue caring for him at home. My dad
were raised up to farm the rich, black soil of thealways said he'd take his own life before anyone
fertile Midwest. When the Japanese attacked Pearlcould ever put him in a nursing home, and we all
Harbor in 1941, my father, at 21 years of age, left hisfeared he meant it. After days of heartfelt
wife and four children to defend that soil. He becamediscussion, some argument, much reassurance and
a proud U.S. Marine, and was swiftly deployed tomany tears, Dad agreed to consider assisted living.
fight the Japanese on the faraway island of OkinawaAfter two weeks of research, phone calls, and
in the Pacific Theater. There my father learneddriving, my sister -- an RN and my father's primary
self-sufficiency in a violently hostile foreigncaretaker - came across a place that helps families
environment.find assisted living for their loved ones free of
When he returned after the war he was never thecharge. She sent them an email with her phone
same, neither physically or mentally. He spent somenumber and a basic description of what features we
months in the VA Hospital recovering from shrapnelwere hoping for and within hours we received a
wounds and post-traumatic stress disorder. Hephone call. The next day my sister and I were on our
suffered from horrific night terrors and would oftenway to visit what we now consider to be the
wake up screaming in the dead hours of darkness.perfect elder care facility.
My dad hated being in the hospital so much heLocated in a small, rustic community just a few miles
forwent his military pension in favor of an earlyfrom Queens, the home was beautiful; the staff was
release.friendly and there were all types of daily activities
He returned home to his wife and children; but time,even for those residents with limited mobility. My
distance, and the effects of war would not relinquishDad's private room was clean and brightly lit with
their destructive grip on his life. The night terrorssunlight streaming through his courtyard window. I
continued and he turned to alcohol to sedate thegot permission to hang a small bird feeder on a
nocturnal visions. His drinking progressed untilnearby tree for my dad to enjoy the colorful birds
ultimately his wife decided to leave him to preservewho would occasionally alight to enjoy the feeder. At
her own sanity. She filed for divorce and moved themy sister's place he would sit by the window and
children to New York to be closer to her parents.watch her feeder for hours. I knew this simple
Several years later my dad met my mother, hisgesture would make him feel more at home.
second wife, during a trip to New York to see hisOnce we helped Dad unpack and his new room was
children. They were married for 22 years until myadorned with photographs and objects of familiarity,
father's drinking and volatile behavior became toohe began to settle in. I hooked up the new TV and
much for her as well. They divorced in 1970 butVCR we bought him as a housewarming gift and the
remained amicable, seeing each other occasionallythree of us spent the first evening in his new home
over the next 30 or so years. My father re-marriedtogether as a family, eating popcorn and watching
and was divorced several more times, until finallyWesterns. assisted living in Queens turned out to be
accepting the fact that he would spend most of histhe ideal solution for our family's situation. Dad felt
latter years living alone. He lost his home towonderfully at ease in his new surroundings, and
foreclosure in the year 2000 and moved in with mybecause elder care was the best choice after all,
sister in Queens.everyone's worries faded like a cowboy's silhouette
In 2002 after my father's second bypass surgery,into the magnificent sunset at the end of a perfect
my family faced the most difficult decision we everday.