It's been almost 17 months since I lost Jan

Hoot619

I was reading last night in bed which I do every night for an hour or more til I get sleepy or can't see the darn print anymore. I started to get the coffee shakes so I got up and got a cup. At the kitchen sink I have a window and on both sides of it she has a big cat she made and painted. It was if I had never seen them before. She loved her woodworking and painting and I never appreciated it. It really got me thinking of what I missed around here. I had to check at first to make sure they hadn't just been put there. No they had been there dust on the edges. She didn't sneak back and do it. I miss her so much at times and am now realizing what I lost. I got tears rolling down my face but i don't think they are sad ones. I'm glad she isn't suffering anymore. Hoot

Buggsroo

hi Hoot,

I lost my husband almost five months ago. I have pictures of him and I talk to him. I miss him a lot and am slowly coming up for air. I see notes he has written when he was alive and my heart lurches. It is getting easier but the ache is still there. I cry at weird moments. Wishing you the best. I have my two cats for comfort.

Hoot619

It is getting easier but still miss her greatly. i didn't know what I had for a wife and all that she did. Hopefully I'll be able to make it up to her later on.

Barbara'sBeau

Hey Hoot.

I lost my Barbara at the end of 2020. she had so many things wrong with her, that sometimes I think her dementia was almost a negligible part. She was a quiet soul, and in her time before the dementia fully kicked in, she would spend hours doing her Brazilian Embroidery, or working on word searches. After she forgot her love of those endeavors, she would watch the tv most of the day - as long as it was a British crime drama ! Near her end, the hospice people helped me to get her a hospital bed, but because of the size, we had to put it in our living room. In all of our 38 years together, that month and a half with her not sleeping with me was the roughest. I got a baby monitor and set it up so I could hear if she needed me during the night.

On the evening she passed, the crematory sent 2 guys to pick her up, and suddenly, there I was in an empty house. In the morning, I listened to the baby monitor, but there was no sound. Later that morning, I received a call from the agency that had supplied the bed, because they needed it for another patient. Soon, the bed was gone, the commode was gone, and of course, my Barbara was gone.

In the years before she passed, I used to post on the old ALZconnected, but after her passing, I just sort of dropped off the radar.

Now, it's almost 4 years later. I live in the Philippines with a wonderful woman I met while doing my posting, and I remember my Barbara almost every day. My memories are as sweet now as they ever were.

I hope yours will be too.

Chris

Hoot619

Thanks Chris, it does get easier as time goes by. I'm glad you are doing so good. Ken or Hoot I answer to either.