I'm not sure where I left this story at and I don't want to go search so I'll briefly recap it. I've been going down to Florida for seven years over the Christmas/New Year holidays to spend time with my elderly grandparents who weren't up to traveling anymore. My grandfather especially is getting worn out and probably doesn't have a whole lot of years left above ground. My mom and uncle have spent many years trying to convince my grandparents to move back closer to home but it usually ends up with my grandfather getting upset and wanting nothing to do with that idea. This past Christmas trip to Florida, my wife and I spent an afternoon talking with my grandparents and showing them options near us where they could live in an independent living apartment building that would also allow them to transition to assisted living and eventually into a nursing home, all in the same complex. It is the nearest place to the home farm and just so happens to be across town from where I live now. Surprisingly they seemed interested and asked that I go look at it myself and take some pictures for them.
I did them one step better and not only took pictures, but spent a long time talking with the manager of the facility and getting them all sorts of information. Best of all, this facility normally has wait times of over a year but currently had two units available, the best one with a nice view had been spoken for but no money had been put down for a down payment yet. I passed all this information along to my grandparents. Two days later, they called me up and said they were going to sell their house and move there by March 1rst!
It took a couple weeks of sending paperwork back and forth through snail mail and I went back another two times to take some more pictures and put a deposit on the "spoken for" unit which turned out was spoken for by a couple who wanted to sell their house first. I then spent the next couple weeks working out all the logistics of getting my grandparents moved up here when one of them spends all day sleeping in a recliner. My uncle for various reasons I won't go into here, doesn't get along too well with my grandfather and my mom was on vacation so I ended up doing most of the legwork but I was happy to do so. I arranged for my uncle to drive back to Florida with his wife and pull a rental trailer behind his truck back with their possessions and his wife will drive my grandparent's car back.
When I was down there over Christmas, my grandfather had been adamant that he didn't want to fly here and would prefer to drive. My mom spent some time trying to convince him that it would be much easier on him to spend three hours flying than three days driving, not to mention getting him into all the bathrooms, restaurants and motels along the way when he has a hard time walking. He still didn't want anything to do with flying. So once again I called up to see if there was anything I could do to change his mind but before I could say anything they informed me they wanted to fly. So hours later I had purchased plane tickets for them (and my still vacationing parents to fly down and escort them back) before they could back out.
As I write this, it is still two weeks before March 1rst and everything is a go for flying them up here March 2nd and moving them in on March 4th. That was almost two weeks ago by the time you read this and this is already long enough so I'm guessing my next post will be on the conclusion of that whole ordeal. I'm excited and scared about all this but more on that later.