I am 83 years old. Last week my daughter called me and said,
“Mom, we need to talk about your housing situation.
He knew exactly what it meant. The idea had been floating around for months: a residence, assisted living, “a safer place”. My name is Margarita and I want to tell you what I learned about getting older and needing help. Because the options everyone is talking about are not the only ones… and many times they are not even the best.
If you’re younger, maybe you’re thinking this for your parents.
If you’re my age, you’re probably thinking
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