In December, my mother fell. She had surgery and did the hospital/rehab/hospital/rehab stint for almost three months. My father, who had vascular dementia, was home alone during this time. It was a bad situation. When Mom was released, Alison and I moved them both into an independent-living apartment and brought in lots of help. It’s a month-to-month place, not a buy-in. It’s expensive, especially with the help. But by being there, they were theoretically poised to get into assisted living—if we could get an application together with their financials and medical records (like that will ever happen).