Chapter 23 - FLORENCE’S LAST YEARS
My mother lived at Villa Moretti until eighty-nine.
Professional care increased gradually.
No one made her earn it.
Home aide.
Physical therapy.
Medication management.
Meals.
Laundry.
All documented.
All boring.
Exactly as dignity should be.
When mild cognitive impairment appeared, we used her existing healthcare documents.
No sudden family takeover.
No Vanessa involvement beyond visits.
Florence once asked:
“Do I pay for all these people?”
I said:
“You already arranged it.”
“Good.”
Then:
“Make sure the children eat.”
Even years later.
May you like
I promised.
This time promises were backed by systems.
