This morning I took my sweet, funny, loving, kind and generous wife to a memory care facility. She thought it was a lovely place (it is) and had no idea she was leaving her home of 41 years forever.
When I came home alone, the Andy Griffith Show was still playing on the TV in front of her now empty chair, where she was watching it before we left.
The sight of that empty chair tore me up.
The rational me knows the good people at that home can do things for her that she needs, things that for me, at my age and decrepitude, were becoming more and more difficult. Caring for a loved one with dementia really does become a 36 hour a day job.
The emotional me feels like I let her down and deceived her to get her to the home.
I didn't plan her move for a date specific, just worked on the transfer logistically and it fell in place today.
Well, today is also the 15th anniversary of my radical prostatectomy for cancer, and I've now been blessed with 15 years cancer free.
That should be joyful, but somehow, today, it falls flat.
When I came home alone, the Andy Griffith Show was still playing on the TV in front of her now empty chair, where she was watching it before we left.
The sight of that empty chair tore me up.
The rational me knows the good people at that home can do things for her that she needs, things that for me, at my age and decrepitude, were becoming more and more difficult. Caring for a loved one with dementia really does become a 36 hour a day job.
The emotional me feels like I let her down and deceived her to get her to the home.
I didn't plan her move for a date specific, just worked on the transfer logistically and it fell in place today.
Well, today is also the 15th anniversary of my radical prostatectomy for cancer, and I've now been blessed with 15 years cancer free.
That should be joyful, but somehow, today, it falls flat.
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