My died from aspiration pneumonia as a complication of Alzheimer’s five years ago on 17th August. Our family is not a close one and open speaking about feelings is not encouraged so I just got on with it: the diagnosis, dealing with the other parent who was being difficult due to a poor pre existing marital relationship, the decisions about care, the palliative care when the time came and the funeral and whatever came after. I got news of the diagnosis via e mail from my mother which was typical but devastating. I knew something wasn’t right but never thought of dementia at the time (bizarre given you become a total expert once you know).
So I’m thinking five years coming up and I’d like to do something special. I go every month to put flowers on at the cemetery because it looks nice and my dad was a very neat and tidy person and it’s important to me to do that even though it’s a very small thing and is more for me than him I guess if I’m being realistic. So I made a donation to Alzheimer’s research and left a picture and a map of where he grew up which was a really nice thing you can do when you leave a donation as well as hopefully helping important research. I also took a family notice ad out in the local paper. (I’m a bit worried about that because of family dynamics but just wanted to do it for Dad without complications). But whilst I was doing it (at work in my lunch hour) I got completely in a state and ended up as a mush in the toilets for about an hour.
Ever since Dad died, I can’t stop thinking about (a) why didn’t I talk to him about his condition before it was too late (b) why do I feel so guilty even though I did the best I could to get Dad the right care (and we did because he was eating loads right up until he died and he never ate if he was unhappy - a rubbish yardstick but I do honestly think he was content), (c) why can’t I stop thinking about death, how pointless life is and am I going to get dementia and (d) why am I making this all about me - see (c).
Don’t get me wrong I’m lucky enough to have good friends and a loving husband but I can’t seem to deal with this and get to the happy memory stage. I just feel sad, guilty and full of regret.
It’s a long waffly story because I haven’t really articulated this before and even if no one replies I think it’s helped just to get it out.
So I’m thinking five years coming up and I’d like to do something special. I go every month to put flowers on at the cemetery because it looks nice and my dad was a very neat and tidy person and it’s important to me to do that even though it’s a very small thing and is more for me than him I guess if I’m being realistic. So I made a donation to Alzheimer’s research and left a picture and a map of where he grew up which was a really nice thing you can do when you leave a donation as well as hopefully helping important research. I also took a family notice ad out in the local paper. (I’m a bit worried about that because of family dynamics but just wanted to do it for Dad without complications). But whilst I was doing it (at work in my lunch hour) I got completely in a state and ended up as a mush in the toilets for about an hour.
Ever since Dad died, I can’t stop thinking about (a) why didn’t I talk to him about his condition before it was too late (b) why do I feel so guilty even though I did the best I could to get Dad the right care (and we did because he was eating loads right up until he died and he never ate if he was unhappy - a rubbish yardstick but I do honestly think he was content), (c) why can’t I stop thinking about death, how pointless life is and am I going to get dementia and (d) why am I making this all about me - see (c).
Don’t get me wrong I’m lucky enough to have good friends and a loving husband but I can’t seem to deal with this and get to the happy memory stage. I just feel sad, guilty and full of regret.
It’s a long waffly story because I haven’t really articulated this before and even if no one replies I think it’s helped just to get it out.