My Wife's Grandfather was 89-he was a Racing Horse Trainer/Owner by trade, and was getting on in Years (stubborn to boot)-he lived alone and her Father tried to get him to move closer to him (in Nebraska)-he would not do it, so, one Weekend we showed up at his place (In Idaho) and talked him into moving closer to us (he would NOT move in with us)-that was kind of good because he was a cantankerous old guy (if you've ever been around the Race Horse business they are some tough guys, and I learned some cuss words that I didn't know existed). He was a character, and gave my Boys "nicknames"-all in good fun, but I can't write them here or I would be banned.

Anyway, we found him a House about a mile from us and moved him in-we purchased a Wheelchair, and either my Wife or I(mostly my Wife) would take him for a "roll" every day around the neighborhood (we would be there multiple times every day)-they became a lot closer, but after a Year or two it was taking it's toll on us as we also had three Boys at Home at the time.

Anyway, he was beginning to have some real trouble taking care of himself (he also wanted to be alone), but we talked him into a Care Center-at first he said he didn't like it, but later on it appeared to me that he really felt at Home with people to talk to and interact with-

mark, I think you are doing the right thing!