Ella and Andy had just entered the front door of Wind Gate, the assisted
living accomodations Andy had decided his mother needed to keep her safe,
The receptionist smiled at Ella and Andy, and recognized Andy from his
inspection visit, and made a quick call, telling them to please take a seat
and wait just a minute and someone would be right there to take them
to Ella's room.
Ella looked around, the entry way was pretty enough, a lovely sculpted
carpet of muted green leaves and soft yellow flowers covered the floor
and through the archway she could see a dining room with round wooden
tables, with six very comfortable chairs at each one. The place settings were
out, and there was beautiful china from what she could see, and this
image was nice, but she still didn't want to be here.
Miss Taylor appeared and put her hand out to Ella. Welcome Ella, she said,
welcome to your new home, we are going to do our very best to see that you
are comfortable here with us and that you enjoy all the things we have
to entertain you. Of course it is entirely up to you if you want to
participate, this is assisted living, but it is still independent living, and
nothing is forced upon you. Ella, took her hand, it was a warm comfortable
grip, and she gave her a small smile. Miss Taylor said, lets show you to your
room and you have a while to settle in before dinner is served. We will
assign you to a table tonight but after that, you can decide where you want
to sit as you will meet new people and make friends, and then that will
help you be more comfortable.
They walked down the hall and took an elevator to the second floor.
The doors opened up to a large hallway with rooms going to the right or left.
There was a big bowed window there, and comfortable wing chairs
with a little table holding a vase of flowers on them. Ella felt like she
wanted to stop right there, but Andy's hand on her elbow, gently nudged
her on , following Miss Taylor.
She stopped in front of a room and the door was open, and Ella looked in.
She took in a little breath, for there in the room, was her very own bed
from home, her own quilt she had hand made for Edward, her husband,
so many years ago, covering it, and the dresser held her favorite nicknack's.
She looked at Andy saying how did you do all this. Andy said, Mom while
you were staying with us last night, we made arrangements and had some
of your favorite things moved here that we knew that would make you
feel a bit better about this move and change in your life.
Ella felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes again, oh dear, she thought,
I am going to miss my home, but Edward is here with me in his own way,
and I can feel him smiling at me, and saying, it is okay Ella.


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how sweet and loving her Andy was to arrange things of hers in that room
to make it feel more like home to her, and it worked. I loved this part of the
story Elsie, of course you've got me searching for the kleenex once more. Is
there going to be part three to this maybe?
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One question; are you gearing up for your own autobiography?
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I remember when my husband's grandmother went to the nursing home in their small town. She did this of her own choosing. The daughters all welcomed her to live with them. She had good relationships with all the in-laws, she didn't have to decide on the nursing home. But she did, and they put her furniture in her room. I know that the furniture meant a great deal to her. She felt that it was her room. Maybe a few changes such as this and living situations could be much better.
why do when we write any story ,our personal life is related to it.Once I wrote a stroy which contains a extra marital affairs of a married woman.I still remember every body came on my page and directed all their commnets to me only not to my story'c characters.:)
Once again Elsie Congrats for successfully shaping out this story to the 2nd part...
waiting for the 3rd part...and I have also entered in POW...you can see my entry...
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Waiting to see what develops next.
chapter four sometime tomorrow. Things are
still helter-skelter and I'm trying to stay level
headed here but it is hard to. Going to bed.
My only criticism is that with less than 500 words is difficult to fill in all the little pieces. I would dearly love to read more! You developed Ella's point of view very well. I could feel her pleasant surprise as she saw her own bed and coverings. It was plausable to believe that her dear husband's picture helped her to feel his presence.
Good writing. Keep this up!
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I love her interest growing in her surroundings, and Andy's lovely surprise waiting for her.
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