We looked at assisted living apartments for him yesterday. Fortunately, they weren't as bleak or institutional as I feared, but I worry about him become a recluse, one of those old men who just sit in their room and don't interact with the outside world.
It'd be easy for him to retreat--not having good vision, not having a memory he can trust for current events, not living with a lot of people he knows.
I'm just worried about him. It makes me wish he could come live with us, but I know that he needs more assistance than we can provide, without one of us being home all day. And being in a private home, he'd have even less chance for interaction with other people.
I hope he does okay. So far, he's been stronger than any of us imagined he would be. I hope he keeps it up.