When I was growing up, my grandmother Linneth lived with our family. She was largely independent and surrounded by people who loved her.
Our family provided companionship after school, after work and on weekends. We shared meals, spent time together and offered reminders when needed. But during the weekday, while everyone was away, her world could still be quiet.
Linneth was mentally sharp and had so many stories to share. A welcoming community where she could spend her days building friendships, exploring interests and contributing to the life of a House would have been meaningful for her—and for all of us who loved her.
Support at home and community beyond it both matter.