Dare I even write my thoughts down, for that means I accept the reality. Acceptance - Reality.
My darling husband is now in a care home. Though I would never show it to my husband my heart is broken, I am depressed, anxious guilty.
I visit almost every day and he constantly tells me how much he loves and misses me.
Staff tells me he is doing well and I watch him laugh and joke with staff.
Why is it so hard to understand Reality & Acceptance.
After 53 years of a happy marriage I miss him around the house, all our plans, his arms around me, his conversations but I guess I am remembering the man before he got Dementia. My strong, capable husband who could do absolutely anything.
How to accept his terminal illness. Thank you for reading this - Jan