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Originally Posted by frannyfresh 
I watched my Father die on January 29, 2009 of Alzheimers. He was in a nursing home for three years and right before Christmas he was hospitalized with UTI. He never really came out of unconsciousness after that. He stopped eating and then drinking. My Mother had designated do not resisitate for him so I watched him slowly die over through the month of January. The last week was unbearable. Everyday watching him struggle for breathe , then 1/29 at 9:50 pm he just stopped breathing. That was it. He was cremated and his remains are with me. I wanted to take care of him in death because I couldn't take care of him while he was living. My mother put him in the nursing home when my daughter was 1 year old. I returned to work a few months later then when she was 2 full time. There was not enough hours in the day to see my Father that much and I reget it terribly. The last week that he was alive I watched how the people took care of him and wondered aloud if I could have done the same. I miss him so much.
Peace to you and strength. This disease is a long road. LOve her and do not believe that she doesnt know you are there. I feel deep in my heart and soul that my Father knew I was there until the end. It was the way he looked into my eyes.
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Thanks. I wish I could be there for my mom. I am across the country, and really can't visit more than once a year. I already regret not being there for here, but I have a job and a family here, and I can't move them across the country right now. My worries about her forgetting me are when I call... Once I loose that, I really have no means of communicating with her, since I can't go visit and look into her eyes.