Have been sitting here reminiscing, and reading posts. I'm not a member of the PSP site but nevertheless, I often read some posts, as Yano often refers to them. I've just read a post from a man who lost his wife 8 months ago, and he says that unfortunately, most of his memories seem to be of the last few days of her life.
It's so sad that of all the wonderful memories we have of our loved ones. The ones that surface most are often the ones we'd rather put behind us. It's like the person gets lost behind the illness. I'm trying not to allow that to happen.but sometimes it's very hard.
It's particularly poignant for me at the moment, as Billy has been gone only 3 months. 3 months that have sped by, in the blink of an eye almost. We have lived in an adapted council house for the last 3 and a half years, and now that he has gone. I can't stay in it. So I'm in the process of packing, ready to move shortly to a new home. The council have been very good, and given me a house I'm happy with. But still I have to leave here. He may have been ill the whole of the time we lived here, but they were still happy years, and we loved this home.
Sorry. This post is waffling. My point is, I think, there is a real , and once very healthy, happy loving, living person still there. Yes, they need to be cared for. But always remember the real person in there. Don't allow them to become an illness. Hard as that may be. I'm trying to take my own advice here.
Thanks for listening. Needed to get that off my chest.