It's a year today since my dad died in the care home. Not a day goes by when I don't think of him or miss him. Dementia is a cruel illness, but I have decided I am thankful of it, because it brought my dad and I much closer together, I saw far more of him than I probably would have done if he had remained fit and well. I am also thankful of the trust my dad had in me to look after him. That mean’t so much.
The last couple of weeks as this date approached haven't been good, I've not coped well and I've been full of self pity. I've also found it hard this past year to come to terms with the lack of routine that caring for my dad brought. I've visited this site quite often just to read threads and to still feel part of something, but I've realised life has to move on, I no longer have Dementia in my life so I'm going to gradually ween myself off from this site and maybe find a new focus.
Thank you everyone for being there and I wish you all a little bit of happiness and peace in this journey. x
The last couple of weeks as this date approached haven't been good, I've not coped well and I've been full of self pity. I've also found it hard this past year to come to terms with the lack of routine that caring for my dad brought. I've visited this site quite often just to read threads and to still feel part of something, but I've realised life has to move on, I no longer have Dementia in my life so I'm going to gradually ween myself off from this site and maybe find a new focus.
Thank you everyone for being there and I wish you all a little bit of happiness and peace in this journey. x