Harry and Margaret have died.
Harry (90) died on 28th November (Peter's birthday).
He had pneumonia and complications with his kidneys due to type2 diabetes.
He has had a wonderful year in the fabulous home we found for him, he's been happy, healthy, out and about, mixing and socialising...he thrived under their care.
Margaret (93) has been in a residential home since the second week of August after 5 weeks in hospital with sepsis.
She has been stoic and tried her hardest not to seem heartbroken about the way things turned out, though I know she was desperately sad.
Peter went to tell his mum that her husband of 59 years had died earlier that morning, to find her in a state of collapse and so poorly that an ambulance was called and she was admitted to hospital.
She didn't know that Harry had died.
When the Drs. met the following day they decided, with our agreement, to withdraw active treatment and Margaret was on end of life care.
So began another agonising torment after the exhausting watch over dear, darling Harry.
Different hospital, different parent.
Margaret died on December 4th, six days after her beloved Harry.
Harry's funeral was last Wednesday. Adagio in g minor by Albinoni, Clair de Lune, Debussy and 'Smile' Jimmy Durante.
Margaret's funeral is Tuesday 2oth December. Same place, same time of day.
Beethoven's Moonlight sonata. Pachelbel's Canon in D and 'Cheek to cheek' Fred Astaire.
Mam's struggle, their stuggle, our struggle...with dementia and old age has gone...for now.
Our parents are gone.
It is a massive relief, the last year has been ghastly.
Dementia has tormented us for the last six years.
Our time with dementia is over, unless we are unlucky enough to endure it ourselves, but for now... for now, this chapter has ended.
I thought some might want to know and I thank all of you who have provided me with support, information, common sense, kicks up the backside, laughter, comradeship and a shoulder to cry on, for your support during the most testing time of my life.
Daniel is well, Peter is well and I, well...I will be, time heals most wounds.
Once again, thank you all for your invaluable support.
With love, respect and best wishes to all still struggling with the consequences of this devastating illness.
Gwen.
Harry (90) died on 28th November (Peter's birthday).
He had pneumonia and complications with his kidneys due to type2 diabetes.
He has had a wonderful year in the fabulous home we found for him, he's been happy, healthy, out and about, mixing and socialising...he thrived under their care.
Margaret (93) has been in a residential home since the second week of August after 5 weeks in hospital with sepsis.
She has been stoic and tried her hardest not to seem heartbroken about the way things turned out, though I know she was desperately sad.
Peter went to tell his mum that her husband of 59 years had died earlier that morning, to find her in a state of collapse and so poorly that an ambulance was called and she was admitted to hospital.
She didn't know that Harry had died.
When the Drs. met the following day they decided, with our agreement, to withdraw active treatment and Margaret was on end of life care.
So began another agonising torment after the exhausting watch over dear, darling Harry.
Different hospital, different parent.
Margaret died on December 4th, six days after her beloved Harry.
Harry's funeral was last Wednesday. Adagio in g minor by Albinoni, Clair de Lune, Debussy and 'Smile' Jimmy Durante.
Margaret's funeral is Tuesday 2oth December. Same place, same time of day.
Beethoven's Moonlight sonata. Pachelbel's Canon in D and 'Cheek to cheek' Fred Astaire.
Mam's struggle, their stuggle, our struggle...with dementia and old age has gone...for now.
Our parents are gone.
It is a massive relief, the last year has been ghastly.
Dementia has tormented us for the last six years.
Our time with dementia is over, unless we are unlucky enough to endure it ourselves, but for now... for now, this chapter has ended.
I thought some might want to know and I thank all of you who have provided me with support, information, common sense, kicks up the backside, laughter, comradeship and a shoulder to cry on, for your support during the most testing time of my life.
Daniel is well, Peter is well and I, well...I will be, time heals most wounds.
Once again, thank you all for your invaluable support.
With love, respect and best wishes to all still struggling with the consequences of this devastating illness.
Gwen.
