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I knew it was coming but I can't believe he has deteriorated so fast.
Imagine almost the worst case of dementia you can - that's him. He can't recognise me, can't stand up unaided, can't remember how to put one foot in front of the other, can't cut up his food, forgets where is mouth is so has to be fed, can't work out how to drink his cup of tea, is having trouble swallowing, can't work out how to get into the car seat so he can be taken somewhere, can't say anything resembling words, has double incontinence....everything.
Three years ago, we were having long conversations on the phone, going on long walks, fishing for mackerel on the boat, playing with his grandson on the beach and flying the kite, still driving himself round, singing in his choir, playing his guitar. I was always a daddy's girl. He's only 71.
I won't ask why as there are no reasons. But all I want is for him to die a quick and painless death. How can he go on like this? What makes his eyes open in the morning? He is just a broken down body and mind.