No Greater Love

This is the story of my husband's slow decline into complete physical dependency and mental distress during the last two and a half years of his life. The times he remembers who I am, the times he even forgets who he is. The funny things he does or says, always the big tease, the times he is aware of his dementia and cries in torment of his helplessness. The agony we feel for him as he becomes more debilitated. He doesn't want to live this way being a burden to me, yet doesn't really want to die and leave me. He often begs me to kill him and come with him. He witnessed the worse hurricane season we had in many years, without being aware of it. He missed the weddings of three of our grandchildren the summer of 2003. Even as he lay there in death, he is beautiful. I will never forget the sound of his voice calling my name or the vision of my children following his hearse as he is transported out the door. Goodbye, Don, I'll always love you. Thanks for a wonderful life.