Have started writing this a number of times now, and am not sure where
to start so I guess I’ll jump right in... My parents passed away within
5 weeks of each other last year. Mum passed first, which came as quite a
shock, as although she had emphyse...
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Have started writing this a number of times now, and am not sure where
to start so I guess I’ll jump right in... My parents passed away within
5 weeks of each other last year. Mum passed first, which came as quite a
shock, as although she had emphysema we had been told time and time
again by the specialists that she was not anywhere near end stage yet.
Dad had dementia, so we made the tough decision not to tell him mum had
passed as he was at long last settled in a care home, and hadn’t known
mum the last time she had visited. We felt he had had a tough enough
time and it would only cause him unnecessary distress. But it would seem
that after 50 plus years of marriage there are ties that dementia cannot
destroy as on the day of my mums funeral, my dad turned to one of his
carers and said “you know my wife is gone”. From that moment, he moved
quickly through the end stages of dementia, stopped eating and drinking,
and slowly slipped away from us over the following weeks. The best thing
we could do for him was to make sure he was not in any pain and let him
know it was ok to go, after years of mental torment it was time for him
to find peace. I thought I was ready for losing dad, I had mourned our
relationship years ago, when he no longer recognised me – although I
still felt there was always an emotional connection when I saw him. I
know now you are never fully prepared. I have good days and bad, and had
actually felt I was doing really well as this year started, but the last
couple of days have been tough, I have found myself exhausted and the
tears have started flowing again... It would have been their 53rd
wedding anniversary in the middle of Feb, and around this time last year
was the last time I spent any quality time with my mum – I’m an ex-pat
so all my family are overseas. I have a great doctor and have been for
counselling and I know everything I’m experiencing is a normal part of
the grieving process. I also know how lucky I am to have had both my
parents with me for so long. I just needed an outlet today so hope it’s
ok to share on here, I’m sure I’m not the only one who is experiencing
this sort of situation so maybe it will help others to know they’re not
alone.