I thought long and hard before making this review. I think it's helpful for those making decisions for their loved ones to know what others have experienced. My parents lived in the Worthington, an independent living facility for 5.5 years. It was part of the Columbine system. When their health started to fail, and they needed to head to assisted living, we never questioned it because we made the assumption the quality experienced at one of their facilities would pour over to the others. In that we were mistaken. Mom never got a chance to live there as she ended up across the street in a long term care facility before she died three weeks later. I don't feel like we had enough experience there to review it. Dad, on the other hand, moved into memory care at New Mercer in June of 2025 as he could no longer live alone without Mom's help. My brother lives in MI. I live in CA. We took turns visiting Dad in CO, at least monthly, and more often as time went on. We truly never had many concerns about the care he got in his little community. For the most part, he was well taken care of. The staff was kind and caring and very friendly and approachable when we were there. However, the front office staff is another story. There was little to no communication between them and his caregivers. It was very obvious many times when we visited. A few things such as signing him up for both haircuts and manicures. We were told many times he needs to sign up for those. The 94 year old man is in memory care! He can't do that. My brother and I would try to do it when we were there, but often times he was overlooked, signed up or not. His hair and nails grew out to where he looked unkept. He was on hospice for his first few months. He was gaining an alarming amount of weight. The nurse suggested half portions at meals. Mom and Dad always ordered half portions when they lived at the Worthington. We approved it. But he was often served whole portions, and one of his caregivers told me it just depended on who was in the kitchen and if they paid attention. He was a "clean up your plate" kind of guy. So if it was in front on him, he usually ate it. I often times went to the front office to talk about these things. It was recorded, and I was assured they'd be passed on at scheduled meetings. I have no evidence that ever happened. While there, his billfold disappeared. There was nothing of value to anyone else in it, but we searched high and low and couldn't find it. After he died, we got a call that his billfold has appeared on someone's desk. She laughed and said things were always showing up on her desk. She wasn't the least bit concerned how it had disappeared or where it had been. So, bottom line, if you live near you'll probably have more luck than we did. Living as far away as we did, we worried constantly. I looked into moving him closer to me, but he was 94 and confused. The last thing I wanted to do was to make that situation worse. He died 2-11. The last few days he had 24 hours nursing care and then was moved across the street into a long term care facility where he died after two days. I wish I could do it over again. I'm so glad he's now with Mom. read more