I am grieving. Anna continues to live as before. She has a carer with her all the time. The morning carer is arguing with the evening carers. Yesterday more aids were delivered. Last night the carers helped her to bed. I heard her calling but I left them to it. I felt very tired suddenly. She has not gone into residential care – but in a way she has.
I don’t quote her so often now – but she doesn’t say so much now. People say we have done what we can. Today I will sit with her. I will visit her in our own house.
I have written something for publication about the early days – ‘A day in the death …’ A reader, an expert in dementia, does not like the title. But it is true.