A beautifully written, poignant story that I found myself reading with a lump in my throat. My own father died with dementia and though I looked after him for as long as I could, I still have regrets about eventually placing him in residential care.
A beautifully written, poignant story that I found myself reading with a lump in my throat. My own father died with dementia and though I looked after him for as long as I could, I still have regrets about eventually placing him in residential care.
When I first planned this piece, the protagonist was going to be female. Then I realized the dynamic didn't work. The spouse had to be larger than the patient. There is the physical reality of lifting and carrying. There is a story about my family that one day I might tell (what am I waiting for....time is short!) where just such a dynamic arose. There was no good way around the reality.
Unless you had the resources to hire help around the clock to care for your father, it would have been impossible for you to keep him at home. At least you wanted to.
Have a cheery day. You deserve it ☘️