My dad has always been my rock (sorry I know overdone but can’t think of a better description.)
He turned 95 last week, we had a fab party with his very closest friends. Cake, fizz and helium balloons. He was delighted as were we.
Since then he has had another fall. He must be incredibly bouncy as he gets bruises but no breaks.
After a year of 4x per day carer calls, which we self fund , one hour each call, we are now debating if a care home is where he needs to be. He always spoken vehemently about wanting to die in his home, we have tried to respect that.
Today I have started to look into care homes but the reports are poor. He lives in a town which is poor and that seems to be reflected by the home quality. My brother lives 1.30 hours away in a very nice city, I live 45 minutes away in somewhere similar.
Many times over the years I tried to get him to move nearer to me. He declined as recently as 12 months ago. I could have bought him somewhere without him having to sell his house (60 years owned.)
He was born into poverty, so his nice, but normal house was his measure of how much he had achieved.
According to friends who work in care, he could fall in the same circs and be left as long 15 mins before being found. He has never yet been left after a fall that long in his own home.
I feel so guilty. I have tried him at my house but the distance, strange layout, much older house (steep steps), lack of friends dropping in and trying to transfer care have meant it didn’t work.
i just feel like I am failing the man who gave me and my sons such a great start in life.