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05/14/2025

Our residents are the heart of our home.

04/21/2024

❤️

10/18/2023

If you are looking for compassionate care from qualified individuals in a home-like setting, call today and schedule a tour. We assist with all activities of daily living and provide a safe environment around the clock.

02/22/2023

08/31/2022

Life is short, love is all that matters. ❤️

08/17/2022

Happy 106th Birthday Doris!! You are such a bright light that continues to shine each and every day! 💜

08/10/2022

WE ARE HIRING!

Are you great with people and dependable? PLEASE APPLY!

Join a great team and make a big difference in the lives of seniors at our small residential assisted living home in Fort Collins Colorado.

The caregiver / QMAP position has an emphasis on personal care, housekeeping, laundry, medication administration, activities, protective oversight, and whatever else is needed to provide a high standard of quality care in a real home.

Not a QMAP? We will train the right person.

Already a QMAP, but too busy right now?

Join our team of PRN QMAPS and make extra cash when you need it.

There are a variety of work activities, so you really have time to care for and build relationships with our small group of residents while working with a strong team.

We are family-owned, and we care too.

We believe that elders deserve excellent care in real homes and that our team members deserve a healthy, inspiring place to be great caregivers.

We pay $15-$18 per hour depending on shift and experience.

Overnights (9:30 pm - 7 am) and PRN are paid the most!

06/20/2022

Happy Father's Day! 💗

Sending our love to all the good Dads. 💗

It's a hard day for some who may be missing one.

🌺 Goodbye Dad

It's never the right time
To say goodbye.
I will miss you, Dad,
And here is why.
You taught me so much:
To show no fear,
To always have fun,
And face the day with cheer.

You were always so able,
So fast and so strong.
In your little girl's eyes
You could do no wrong.
You would always listen,
And you never pried.
You were the arms around me
When I cried.

You never looked for praises,
And you were never one to boast.
You were always there
For those you loved the most.

You worked so hard,
And those strong working hands
Led me through life
And helped me understand
That life can be hard,
And tough, and sad,
But through it all
I had my Dad.

And because of you,
I understood
That life was actually
Pretty good.
I believe in you
And will follow your path,
And when things go wrong,
I'll look back and laugh.

I hope you can hear me
So I can let you know
That you were and will forever
Be my superhero.
So yes, today
I am full of sorrow,
But I will smile a little more
With each tomorrow.

So please, Dad, go
Be at rest
And know to me
You were always the best. 🥺

I love you so much and miss you every day!

Published: January 2017 © Leanne Brady 💗

05/08/2022

Happy Mother's Day! 🌼

My Mother, My Mother
-by Luther Hughes

When I was a child I would run
through the backyard while my father
yanked dandelions, daisies, thistles, crabgrass,
mowed, rearranged the stones around the porch—
the task of men, though I didn’t know.
Blushed with cartoons and chocolate milk
one Saturday, I found a bee working
a dandelion for its treasure the way
only God’s creatures can, giving
and giving until all that is left
is the act itself—and there’s faith, too,
my mother used to say in her magnolia lilt.
It comes as it comes—there’s a road to follow.
When I swat the bee, I plea in triumph.
My father, knee-drenched in manhood,
grins, and his gold tooth glistens a likely tale.
And when the bee stings my ear,
I run to him screaming as my mother
runs outside hearing her only child’s voice
peel back the wallpaper. She charms my ear
with kisses. This afternoon, I notice a bee
trapped inside the window as my mother
on the phone tries to still her voice
to say her mother has died. I wonder if he can
taste the sadness, the man on TV tells the other.
The bee is so calm. The room enlists
a fresh haunting, and the doorframe bothers.
To believe her when she says—
as the bouquet of yellow roses on the dresser
bows its head and the angles of my clay bloom
with fire—it’ll be okay, is my duty as son.
My mother sits in the hospital in San Antonio,
motherless—my mother is now a mother
without the longest love she’s ever known.
My mother who used to wake up
before the slap of sunrise with my father
to build new rooftops. My mother who wrote
“I pray you have a great day”
on stupid notes tucked in my lunchbox.
My mother who told the white woman
in Ross to apologize for bumping into me
as I knocked over a rack of pantyhose.
My mother who cried in Sea-Tac airport
as I walked through customs, yes-ing
the woman who asks, Is it his first time
moving from home? My mother who looks
at me with glinted simper when the pastor spouts
“disobedient children.” My mother who was told
at a young age she’d never give birth,
barren as she were. My mother, my mother.
What rises inside me, I imagine inside her, although
I’ve never had a mother leave this earth.
I’ve never been without love.

03/24/2022

Who knew dancing can reverse the signs of aging in the brain?

Let's turn up the music and get moving! 🎶

It is time to get up and shake your groove thing for your brain!