I'm so glad your hubby has settled in his new home, though I know what a dreadful strain these visits are - and how awful loneliness is. I think that when ones spouse goes into care, that in itself, is a bereavement. You've lost the love of your life, your best friend, soul mate, partner and are now breaking your heart over someone who still lives, but doesn't even recognise you.
I've been through so many different stages of mourning. The first was in 2002, when John was diagnosed. I mourned the John who had been so strong and vibrant, and I was frightened as to what my role would now be, and what lay ahead.
I mourned the loss of time to myself, the lack of sleep, the endless repeating of things, the mess, the washing etc. I had periods when I resented like hell the numerous phone calls I had to make, arranging appointments, incontinence pants, Day Centres, even repair men, because John could no longer do those things, and I didn't know how to.
I mourned the fact that the happy, easy going life we enjoyed, often in companionable silence, had gone. And then, after John died, I mourned his loss, and the life I now had to find for myself. I don't have a huge extended family, and so, after a few months I started volunteering at the local Citizens Advice Bureau, a couple of days a week, filling in forms, and that helps me feel needed.
I'm going to join a local choir, called The Can't Sing Choir (!) next month, I've managed a visit on the train to friends in Devon, and I have another visit next month to friends in Yorkshire. Just a few days, but it's a break, and lovely to have company. But it's still one step at a time for me.
You've done your best, and though the visits can be heartbreaking for you, you know your lad is in the best place. Good luck, my friend.
xxx