Tomorrow I will be driving to Birmingham ready for my eldest son's wedding on Saturday. My husband, diagnosed with YOD 2 years ago won't be there. He is in respite, in what seems to be, a very caring and welcoming care home. This was one of the hardest decisions I have to make and my heart is broken for my husband who would be so proud to see his son married. I realised that since we are sleeping in separate rooms I could not keep him safe in a hotel and seeing so many friends and family members he didn't recognise would create a stressful experience for everyone. I am so fortunate to have been supported in making this decision by my four wonderful sons and our very large extended family. So why do I feel so guilty and feel as if I have deceived him? Not that he knows who I am, tells anyone who asks that his wife is dead. I know it is the right decision but I feel so sad but am determined my son and future daughter in law will have a great day. Hate this disease so much for robbing us of a husband, father, brother, uncle, grandad and friend. Rant over, thanks TP for giving me safe place to put my feelings.