Dear Community: I still cannot believe this: I am in shock and heartbreak: My beautiful, intelligent, independent, industrious, hilarious man - my Garth - died Wednesday night.
I had thought we were approximately "half way through". He had become much weaker and slower this spring, but I didn't realize he was so close to his end. He had a massive seizure late Wednesday night, and although I did chest compressions until the paramedics came, I'm pretty certain he was dead before they arrived.
I realize we were blessed with this fast death - at home - and I am grateful for that. But now I know what the widows and widowers of our group mean when they say that even in the most miserable moments, looking after our loved ones is "Life" and the terrible emptiness of death is no better.
I want to stay on, and I thank this community from the bottom of my heart: you kept me sane when I had just about lost it. Your advice, support and caring made me a better carer and reached my husband, giving him a better life to the end. Bless you all.
XXX Anne G.