My wife of 51 years began her slide into Dementia over 8 years ago. She just turned 72. After 4 months in a Hospital she was finally placed in a Long-Term Care Facility (for memory impaired), a lock-up where she has been for just over 3 months. She does not remember me, calls me “Mommy” or “Barb” her sister. Occasionally she remembers my name. She shuffles when she walks. She has poor eyesight now. She needs help with bathing, dressing, eating, toileting, basically everything. She cannot form a complete sentence but does come out with words once in a while that I know and understand, mostly though she tries to talk but the words just don’t come out as intelligible words. So she’s here yet she’s not here. She has no joy, no laughter, no memories to share with me or anyone, and I’m not sure if she can feel anything, emotionally or physically. My visits are arduous because we cannot have a conversation. I can’t tell her things, share anything with her. She is constantly agitated, anxious , and I fear she is lonely, bored and scared. And there is nothing I can do to assuage her feelings if in fact that is the case. I come home feeling depressed, lonely too. I don’t know what future (time here) she has. Nor do I know how to plan my own future. I am 73, reasonably healthy. I have guilt feelings all the time. I feel sorry for her, and me. I watch her in the home and she just behaves as if no one cares, I guess because to her no one does. Or she is just living in her own little world. To me her life is empty and meaningless. I am at a loss. I feel as if my life is on constant hold, frozen in this daily warp of dementia.