Some of you will remember my telling you about my lovely friend Dorothy who has been in a care home for 3½ years now, she has had to be moved into nursing dementia care as she needs more specialised care.
Well today was moving day, and very trying it has been, she's not been out of doors for 2 years so she was quite upset with the taxi journey from one place to another, plus all the moving about, strange surroundings, different mealtimes and all new faces to get used to, I left her at 5.30, she was still crying and wouldn't let go of my hand, I feel terrible, I know there is nothing else I could do, but I feel I have deserted her ..... what a bastard disease dementia is, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy
How unfair life is when somebody with no hope of having any quality of life continues to suffer year after year, when somebody with everything to live for like Eve is taken years before her time
I will post about Eve's funeral later in the week, I'm just too drained at the moment