Looking Out

My elderly, injured aunt will be moved to a nursing home on Friday. I don't want to be the one to tell her, although, I suspect she already knows. She knows she can't get up by herself, how could she live by herself. This is the stage where I think they should dole out happy pills; something to distract, to lessen the fear and pain. When I left there last night, she said all she wants to do is go home and talk to her kitty.