It's good to look at photos to remind yourself what they were like and how life used to be. Sometimes it's hard to believe that we had that life BD (before the diagnosis). It usually makes me cry as well but it does make me smile sometimes too.Yesterday I found a photograph of my husband with his two sisters that I took 30 years ago. He looked so handsome upright and smiling between his two beloved sisters and I just wept for the man he was up to a couple of years ago. Now one sister is thousands of miles away and can’t come to see him and the other is a hundred miles away and hasn’t been to see him. Neither can face up to what has happened. So photographs can be very painful for me but he loves looking at them.
Mine has grown up kids but months will go by without them seeing or speaking to their dad, I'm sure it's very hard for them as well to see their dad as he's become, so I've given up hope of any help from them and just have to get on with it just the two of us and I'm lucky to have good friends and my daughter who is such a help as often as she can.