Recently, my father in law was diagnosed with onset dementia. He'd been living on his own and seemed to be doing well until some minor mishaps began to occur.
My husband and I researched quite a few facilities, including Paradise for Parents. What I liked the most about Paradise, besides its name, was its ability to assist people who required little to moderate care all the way to those in need of extreme care.
We knew my father in laws condition might worsen and didn't want to have him relocated in the event whichever facility he chose would be unable to provide his needs.
The homes are literally that, homes. Actual homes with big open kitchens and large dining tables. When we toured several residents were sitting at the table eating and talking.
Staff is everywhere you turn. One staff member, in particular stood out, as his friendliness and level of care toward the residents seemed above and beyond what his job required of him. He actually acted, not only like their caretaker, but their friend. You certainly don't get the impression that the staff here is ""putting on show"" because there are prospective tenants touring. I felt that they were probably always that friendly, it is just how they are and who they are as people.
The rooms are roomy and comfortable. I love the flooring throughout the entire facility. Very clean and wheelchair friendly.
Some of the other features that stood out to me were its activity board. I loved the fact that they had karaoke! I wish I could have seen it. I liked the idea too of a coupon-clipping activity. Just thinking of my own parents and my in laws, even myself, everyone watches their budget and clips coupons.
Paradise did not remind me of a hospital at all or any other type of institution, a word I don't really care for, but a house with a big extended family. Residents seemed happy.
At the end of our visit, I noticed out back in the yard, a group of about five women all sitting in wheelchairs around a patio table. They were sitting in a circle just chatting and sipping tea or water. About ten feet away next to a wooden bench there was a dog sleeping. I liked seeing that too. I figured he was the ""family"" pet.