Hi
Sure this has been done before to death.
Feel like today has been a bit of a milestone in that I, rather than my Dad, or my sisters (2) or the woman that comes to shower and dress her in the mornings, have had to clean my mum up after she has pooed herself and it has unleashed a bit of a floodgate.
She was diagnosed a year ago with Alzheimers but in the last 4 months has gone so downhill se is now a vegetable to all extents and purposes. I look for my mum but I can't find her. I wash and style her hair, I try and suggest she wears something other than the one sainsburys cardigan she loves (Mum finally found fashion at 40 and was a calorie counting, fashion, salon queen).
She is lost. My Dad is her carer pretty much so he is lost. Dresses her, reminds her how to eat, and wipes her arse. Not the retirement he had in mind.
He will get more help, then she'll be in home.
I, and my sisters, miss our mum. I am so so so sorry my boys will never know their witty, clever, funny, glamourous grandmother.
Shit shit shit and double shit.
I have told DH that I will be dead before it happens to me.