Anonymous wrote:I’m right where you are OP. My Mom had dementia. My Dad had COPD. Living together in IL. Dad went on hospice. Mentally preparing for his death. And watching him decline in the last days was horrible. And preparing to move my Mom into Memory Care.
Then she has a bad fall. Brain bleed, decided not to do surgery. She died a week later. My poor Dad was on his final days and had to deal with his spouse of 52 years dying. Then 2 weeks later, he died.
This was last summer, and I still have moments where I forget they are both gone.
Sometimes I think they are still healthy and living in a different city, so I think “oh we should do XYZ when we see them over Christmas”
Or I think they are in the IL facility near me, so I think “I better check to see if they have enough of (grocery)”
Or I think I still need to move my Mom into MC and will mentally start planning how we will move her and her stuff over.
It’s just so hard to wrap your mind around it. But in the end, I’m glad she’s gone before she went into late stage dementia. She always told me she never wanted to live with dementia.
i've known for a long time that my brain deals with death by basically filing them as having moved with no forwarding address. "i should call them... oh."
and yeah, my mom has actually been on hospice for a year--they had their beds together in memory care-- and now i don't know what to expect. will she just fade away without him? she's farther advanced, so doesn't say anything that isn't word salad. she doesn't know who i am, but she knew who he was. but she doesn't seem to notice that he's gone.
i picked up all his clothes on friday, and then ran away to have mothers day out of town just to get away for a bit. it all sucks.