My wonderful wife of three years has slipped so far into Dementia that she no longer knows who I am. She confuses me with her first husband who abused her. Her children cannot believe it of their dad. She went to a stranger's house and wouldn't come home with me. Since there wasn't an APS person available, the sent a CPS worker to interview her. Instead of interviewing her in a car she
conducted the questioning in front of the strangers. I wasn't allowed in. I was told to go home and pack a bag for her. She was taken to her son's home two hours away. I didn't even get to say goodbye! The second phone call I got from one of the sons informed me that they needed to consolidate her resources. In short, get out of the house. I now live nine hours away and have not seen my wife since she went to her son's. I am almost inconsolable. When you've been everything to someone you love and they are suddenly gone it's so painful.
Thank God for my son and my best friend.
So what does this have to do with my teardrop? I filled it to the ceiling and moved most of my stuff to Bakersfield. It was a real help during an absolutely awful time.
Steve