Dear pamela78

I had to move my husband of (at that time) 52 years to Assisted Living. He didn't understand why I wasn't going with him. I explained that a person had to require assistance in order to be given a room there because they are limited number. That he could understand. The first four months were awful. I could be sitting watching TV or reading and the tears would just start out of nowhere. It was just so sad. Dementia is truly a very long goodbye. We grieve continuously over one thing or another. What I did to deal with it was give into the sadness for awhile and then I just said I had to give it up because it would just make me sick and I have to be healthy so I can visit him and advocate for him. It took about four months for it to slow down to once in a while. That was almost two years ago and in January he was moved to nursing care. I still have moments when the sadness just takes over and I let myself be in the moment and cry or swear or whatever let's it out.