For 87 weeks, I’ve published this newsletter on Sundays. Not this week. I’m a day late (it’s Monday now).
My father, Carmelo, is living with moderate dementia. I hired a 60-hour a week caregiver and a geriatric care manager. That wasn’t enough.
Next week, dad moves into a therapeutic “village”
for people living with dementia, the Waveny in New Canaan, Connecticut. He’ll experience a new life with peers, an indoor “Main Street”
and on-site geriatric clinic. It’s an internationally recognized, therapeutic environment and 5 minutes from my brother’s house.
This costs $10,500 a month + personal expenses. This is a shit ton of money. I look forward to witnessing the Village’s impact on dad’s life.
Nothing sharpens the mind like writing four-figure checks every week for paid caregiving. Now, it’s five-figure checks for assisted living. I have plenty of opinions and ideas to share in the months ahead. For now, I am enjoying the light at the end of the tunnel.
Next week will be a new beginning. Yes, I’m excited that dad will be close to family again, and getting great care, far better than what a paid caregiver or I could provide.
Thank you for sharing your day with me,