After talking with Elisa, I emptied the remaining drawers at Ocean View Assisted Living to take to Country Villa.
I continued to explain to everyone who asked, "Evelyn will not be returning. I moved her to skilled nursing. Her needs are for nursing, not for pretty surroundings and good food, which you all provide so beautifully here."
I was okay until Rene, the Filipino caregiver for the old Scotsman John, began to play "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" on the piano in the living room area.
I burst into tears.
Then I lectured myself: "She needs the nursing care. You can't possibly be sentimental about not returning to this place. Since when did this floor for Alzheimer's and other dementias look so good?"