There is a lot more "power" in that term than the title that we sometimes throw around would suggest. I felt very powerful, signing away all my mother's personal rights in preparation for her admission to the memory care unit next month.
She's going to be very upset and I am having nightmares trying to figure out how to make it all go as smoothly as possible for her. It reminds me of the weeks leading up to her move to Atria four years ago.
It was the longest conference I've had with Richard, the General Manager of Atria. We have had our moments when I had to confront him about this or that thing, but this was a congenial half hour we spent together. I kinda sorta liked him, though when he talked about hoping my mother's rent will be reduced once the tax rate goes from 30% to 15%, I figured that politics was not going to be a good topic for us to discuss.
So now all the decisions have to be made, and behind my mother's back. She was not happy when I mentioned the move to her (I knew she would not be) and said she would "think about it" and "let me know." By now she has forgotten. But I wanted it to be said.