I haven't been able to talk about this until now. George died on 28th August after 10 years of living with Dementia. I am so heartbroken, I feel so empty and so lost. After having visited him every afternoon for 6 and a half years, I just don't know what to do with myself in the afternoon. I find myself looking at the clock all the time and thinking what I would have been doing had George and I still been together. He was my life and my best friend, and living without him even with his illness is unbearable. I know that many of you have lost your loved ones, so if there is anything you can say to help me please do. I left him as usual at 5.30 on Tuesday (27th August), never thinking that there would be no tomorrow. He passed away at 7.15 in the morning and I was not there. My son got the phone call and had the awful job of phoning his brother and then coming along to tell me. That was the first day of the end of my world.