I’m losing this wonderful man whom I’ve loved and lived with in harmony with for 60 years. Hardest of all, I cannot talk with him about it, when once we talked about everything and could make it right together. This time I’m alone.
Freya’s* heartbreaking description of the haze that dementia was drawing between her husband and her lingered with me long after our conversations. A fiercely independent and capable woman in her 80s, she was relishing retirement years with her husband after successful professional lives and raising children together.