Personal Narrative: Moving To A Nursing Home

Not long ago, my aunt had to move from her apartment to go to a nursing home. My aunt was the only family I had in Toronto, so it was a very emotional and sad day for me. My aunt was 80 years old and was living with her son. With time her vision was getting worse, and her arthritis was giving her a rough time as well. Taking care of my aunt was becoming a challenge for her family so, she had no choice but to leave. On the day she was scheduled to move, we organized a small farewell, so that she gets to have lunch with all the loved ones one final time. I can still remember, how hurt and scared she was that day. When the moment came, it was hard for her to say goodbye and also, she was overwhelmed with all the mixed emotions. She was worried