Posted: 15/10/2014 at 16:34
DFA, In the early days Joan would be sitting with her coat on at eleven o clock at night saying can we go home now, I discovered a gentle patience I never knew I had as I explained we have lived her for 25 years, I have no idea where she thought home was. Then I could not get her to come out of the bedroom until they had all gone. All who? those people in the back room I do not know who they are can you get them to go. There were only the two of us in the house. It lasted nearly seven years, she died three and a half years ago not knowing who I was, the hurt is terrible, you end up in shock and I could never talk about it until recently. Having to fill in a paper on my status and for the first time writing widower, it was a shock to the system. With the latest information it seems we were doing all the right things, the old pictures on the walls and table, the musical video's she loved and the music. talking about the past, the grandchildren helped as her attitude turned to one of love and care when they were with us, they would sit with her an arm round her neck and Joan would perk up only to sink back when they left.
The family rallied around though gradually we all became strangers to her, it is horrible, I ask why Joan and now so many people are having to cope, my heart goes out to them.