i knew my husband must be getting near the end, trouble swallowing then 5 days nothing going in ,no water, even antibiotics and liquid paracetamol dribbling out.
Our daughter came up on Friday from the south west of England, leaving two small children with their dad. Fortunately he can work from home and took over the school run etc. when it became clear she was staying till the end.
He passed away yesterday morning with care staff with him.
We had spent the evening before along with our son singing songs from my singing group music sheets which I had collected. We laughed over some of the songs and sang in croaky voices, it didn’t matter, I hope he heard us as no response. Morphine and medazelam muscle relaxer administered as his pulse was rapid and breathing difficult.
I said my goodbyes and gave him a big hug. And said go to sleep. I think I knew that he had got to the end.
I was awake early and decided to get in to the care home as quick as I could. As I stopped at traffic lights the mobile rang . So I pulled over, the nurse told me my husband had gone.
Strange range of emotions. You can imagine. Sadness relief calmness regret.
And now?
Funeral arrangements registration of death etc.
He’s now totally gone physically and I don’t know how I feel, sort of numb after 6 years of coping with dementia .
I realise it is another problem to deal with,more grief, not even the daily routine of visits every day.
So sad. Here I am awake again in the wee small hours.
I need to get to sleep, busy day ahead, but my mind is still spinning.
I better stop. I just had to tell someone who knows what it’s like.
Thanks for being there, Forum.
Our daughter came up on Friday from the south west of England, leaving two small children with their dad. Fortunately he can work from home and took over the school run etc. when it became clear she was staying till the end.
He passed away yesterday morning with care staff with him.
We had spent the evening before along with our son singing songs from my singing group music sheets which I had collected. We laughed over some of the songs and sang in croaky voices, it didn’t matter, I hope he heard us as no response. Morphine and medazelam muscle relaxer administered as his pulse was rapid and breathing difficult.
I said my goodbyes and gave him a big hug. And said go to sleep. I think I knew that he had got to the end.
I was awake early and decided to get in to the care home as quick as I could. As I stopped at traffic lights the mobile rang . So I pulled over, the nurse told me my husband had gone.
Strange range of emotions. You can imagine. Sadness relief calmness regret.
And now?
Funeral arrangements registration of death etc.
He’s now totally gone physically and I don’t know how I feel, sort of numb after 6 years of coping with dementia .
I realise it is another problem to deal with,more grief, not even the daily routine of visits every day.
So sad. Here I am awake again in the wee small hours.
I need to get to sleep, busy day ahead, but my mind is still spinning.
I better stop. I just had to tell someone who knows what it’s like.
Thanks for being there, Forum.