My Dad passed away on Tuesday and, the thing is, I never really thought about the Alzheimers whilst it was happening because, if I had, I wouldn't have been able to continue supporting Dad without cracking up, which would have been zero use to him. The contrast between the person he was and the person he'd become was too difficult to look at square on. So I just kind of accepted the person in front of me and carried on.
When Dad died, I let myself look a little bit behind the 'this is how he was before' curtain and it's terrible. It's like a double whammy that I don't know how to deal with. I know I have to face it but I'm scared to let myself feel anything in case it floors me. I have to go back to work next week.
When Dad died, I let myself look a little bit behind the 'this is how he was before' curtain and it's terrible. It's like a double whammy that I don't know how to deal with. I know I have to face it but I'm scared to let myself feel anything in case it floors me. I have to go back to work next week.