Caring for someone who has always cared for me, was so hard to accept. A part of me was ripped apart as I watched the daily losses my husband suffered as he slowly slipped away from me. Alzheimer’s is a devastating disease but the members of our family decided to celebrate every bit of life and of hope, and gave all the love we possible could give to our dad and husband. There were days when I wanted to remove myself from the chaos of my husband’s mind because it was so painful, but love kept me going.
It was strange that this disease that is known for robbing memories, brought so many memories to mind. As I watched my husband’s deterioration, memories of our years together flashed across my mind.
There were days when we listened to opera which sometimes sparked memories of times gone by. When I felt worn out or was sure that I could no longer go on; when the sadness became too much for me to bear, I remembered the good things that had occurred in our lives.