I thought I was getting stronger, that the emotions were getting weaker, but then I’ve just been looking at past photos of her in the home and I’m off again crying for what she’s become. Why do I do this to myself? Stupid!
I try and keep it together and then I long for the good times when we were leading a normal life. I’m sitting alone in a quiet front room but in times before she’d be making a noise somewhere, organising cupboards, singing, asking me questions, correcting me or sitting quietly.
It’s not fair. Simply that. I sometimes think a broader understanding of all this would help but I’m emotionally upset by the smallest detail of anxiety in her face, the moments she tries to talk but can’t and the way she holds my hand tightly.
I try and keep it together and then I long for the good times when we were leading a normal life. I’m sitting alone in a quiet front room but in times before she’d be making a noise somewhere, organising cupboards, singing, asking me questions, correcting me or sitting quietly.
It’s not fair. Simply that. I sometimes think a broader understanding of all this would help but I’m emotionally upset by the smallest detail of anxiety in her face, the moments she tries to talk but can’t and the way she holds my hand tightly.