Gerry's move last Thursday went well. Zoe signed papers, I moved stuff into her room, and our friend Kim arranged everything in the room and hung pictures with care. The room looks great. We will get pictures up sometime soon. The place is arranged into three pods. One pod is for those most mobile and functional and another is for those on the way out. The third pod is for those in between and that is where Gerry is. Each pod has a large open room with resident rooms opening on to it. The open room is divided into three. The front of the room has couches and comfy chairs and the TV. The middle part has 5 tables with chairs where eating and coloring are done. The back part is the kitchen, surrounded by a 3 foot wall, which is also the care giver's station. The residents are allowed to move from pod to pod. The care givers are great. It's a good place.

Zoe and I were up visiting today. Gerry didn't recognize Zoe when she first came in. She seemed to after Zoe talked to her. Gerry seems to be fading fast.

There is a hole in our lives now. Zoe can't go into Gerry's old room and is grieving. I stopped by the Freeland Cafe for lunch yesterday by myself and sat where I usually do but the chair across from me was now empty. We are getting our lives back but it is bittersweet.