Orange Hill Quality Care

Nick H.

2020-04-30

If you are reading this, my thoughts go out to you. My father was very active physically and mentally up until the moment he had the stroke. I was thrust into a situation I thought I was unprepared for.  I visited several care facilities and found this one that turned out to be a one minute drive from me. I realized I was more prepared than I thought. After more than a year, he entered hospice and this was home for one more year.Spacious, bright and popping with life, this 6 person max home nestled in the corner of a hill is the last place I would think of as "popping with life." But, it is. Being so close to me, I routinely did my own popping. I popped up unexpectedly regularly to visit my dad. Always and I mean Always he was busy with eating, haircuts, activities, socializing with the providers and tenants and relaxing in the yard. He had his own room and bathroom. He was taken care of like a prince. The kids would ride their bikes over to visit. They were always welcome and never missed a party.The owners, Lucy and her Husband, and the caregivers  fill this home with love, care and life.  He was happy and comfortable here. My dad called this his new home.  We called it "Opa's" house. I never had a worry about his care. He was happy. The home was a true blessing.I miss my dad.  I am glad we found such a warm home. A month has passed. Writing helps me  cope. I find it extremely difficult even after a month.  My best friend is gone. Staring at all the pictures, I realize this really was his new and final home filled with life, love and care. I miss my best friend.