Why we exist
Growing up, I watched my grandmother care for people who had lived beautiful lives and found themselves with nowhere that matched that beauty.
His youngest daughter found him a place in our dining room. Beneath my bookshelf, there was a man who had lost his sight. An old family friend with nowhere else to go.
Maggie spent her last days in the back room of her own home. It was dark and small. Undignified. She just waited for the end.
Aunty had family close by but was not treated the way she deserved, so my grandmother was called in. She stayed with her until the end.
I have spent years asking a quiet question: what if that is me? What if there had been somewhere better?
Somewhere with a breeze, lots of natural light, and a place where the grandkids could still come to visit. Somewhere someone is listening to those stories. A place with trained professionals, just around, in case.
Good Hope Residences | Mora House is that answer. Not a nursing home. Not a hospital. A home for people who are still living fully, and want to keep doing exactly that.