This is a bittersweet move, as they all have been. The separate pieces that make the whole of the move are thoughtfully choreographed and in these, we siblings (MM, JT and Kate) are highly experienced. Phase one: Selection and Preparation and Phase two: Moving Day are all about planning, phoning, arranging, organizing, discarding, packing and unpacking. These phases are also about "selling the idea" to the two who will be uprooted yet again for the hope of better care, stability, more calm and ease, all of which they deserve in their final years. Phase three, I call Adjustment and comes with a long and unpredictable tail stretching out for weeks, often months. Settling into new routines, meeting new caregivers, and putting down roots is often the toughest part of the journey. Living through the transition is hardest on the two who move but the effect on the three of us as we do all we can to "make it work" and "work well" is not insignificant. This is the penultimate challenge for the "Committee of 5", a term Dad coined way back when we'd sit around the table as the nuclear family and take on the issues, often thorny and emotional. Each time we move, we hope we've hit upon the ideal, or if not.....the best it can be. Sadly, each time we (eventually) learn that the fit is off, that the needs cannot be met, and we struggle to compromise, advocate, and improve what is, only to come to a place where moving on seems the best option. Again. And, again.
Am I skeptical? Yes. Should I be more trusting in the Universe? Probably. Is it still hard as hell? Absolutely.
I am not in control and can only do the best I can and let the moments play out as they will. I send a prayer that this new place will provide for, assuage and comfort broken hearts.