My experience was rather like Jean's. A bit different I think though as Bill was with me at home until his last week and even then I slept in the hospital room with him. Bill had a diagnosis of dementia for 15 years and was showing signs of it before that. We had no children (by choice) so it was always just him and me.
My relationship with him naturally changed as the years went on. It was inevitable. I was especially lucky that he could still tell me he loved me right up until almost the end - well, the week before he went into hospital. I don't know if he really knew what it meant by then but I will always tell myself that he did.
Like you Jean I now look at his photos and it's the old Bill I see.
Trisha I can remember your feelings so well. The times I just wanted to be looked after like I always had been. Just thinking of all of you who are experiencing that feeling now. I know how tough it is.
My relationship with him naturally changed as the years went on. It was inevitable. I was especially lucky that he could still tell me he loved me right up until almost the end - well, the week before he went into hospital. I don't know if he really knew what it meant by then but I will always tell myself that he did.
Like you Jean I now look at his photos and it's the old Bill I see.
Trisha I can remember your feelings so well. The times I just wanted to be looked after like I always had been. Just thinking of all of you who are experiencing that feeling now. I know how tough it is.