To the Editor:
Well, I'm back. And if the dear editor of this paper remembers me, as she did put my first two letters in to print, maybe I'll be lucky again. Yes, I wrote about assisted living and Mayflower Place.
Yes, my last letter I wrote about being friends with Barbara Bush. Dear God has now taken both her and her husband. No, she was never personally close, but through letters we became close. I told Barbara in one letter how we were the same age, 93, and our husbands both 94, that we also got married the same time, same years, and that's how we started sending letters and birthday cards. I will miss her.
Yep, I'm still here at Mayflower and I've settled in, 2 1/2 years almost, because it is my home now. I had so many old friends, now I have so many new friends who are taking their "space," not their place.
As for me, why am I here at assisted living? I never knew the word "depressed," even when I lost my husband to a fatal heart attack at 60. I was 59. Then in my 70s I began losing all my girlfriends. That's when I knew the word "depression." Knowing I wasn't real safe alone, my family got me into Mayflower. I now know what it feels like to feel safe and my own boss, yet someone is always there if I need help. Nurses are here to take my blood pressure from time to time, seems almost perfect. And the food here, no one can beat it, so tasty and good. Also, we have a new bus that can take us places. Any of you, from 60 on, consider coming up and looking around Mayflower. You'll love the private apartments, as I do.
Sincerely, with love,
Shirley Stevens Ducharme