“When we got older, Michael started to find it hard to walk –”
“I could walk,” Michael interjects with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“No, you couldn’t,” Marguerite laughs, then turns back to me. “I looked after him myself for as long as I could, but after seven years it got too much for me. I struggled to get him up and down the stairs and into bed, and in the last year he fell over several times and ended up in hospital. We had carers come in to help for a few months, but in the end we decided he had to move into a care home.”
“As a Freemason, had you heard of our RMBI homes before?” I ask Michael.
“No, I hadn’t,” he says, “but I had supported masonic charity for many years. A friend took me to visit a few different homes, and I liked this one the best so I settled on here.”
“The home was good for Michael and it was a relief to know that he was being properly cared for,” Marguerite agrees. “But without him I struggled. “My mental health deteriorated and I started to find it difficult to move around, so I decided I needed to move into a home too.”