Well, my stepfather passed away last weekend.
Last time I was here, I was in a bit of a panic a week after we had moved him into MC. We had hoped/thought the week was going....ok....and then a fall and a lot of worrisome signs. Well that was the beginning of several weeks of just pure chaos where I'm pretty sure everything that could go wrong when you make a move like this did in fact go wrong.
In every category, like finding out the MC was not caring for him properly. Finding out we didn't know things that would have been good to know. And most of all having terrible luck. Ultimately, we do not blame the MC for his death, as most of their (still upsetting!) mishaps were on the order of like us discovering that no one had encouraged him to bathe or brush his teeth even one time in 10 straight days (and this was for sure part of the care level we paid for).
Anyway, I could go on and on, but still not feeling like typing anything else out, I guess. I'll just say it was amazing and shockingly accelerated, like there were times I was sitting there with him where I felt like I saw him lose abilities from the time I had arrived that day to the time I left.
That can be a relief. I think right now where I am is feeling a little bad admitting the relief, but also wanting it to be more acceptable in our society to say that and to look at this through a lens people who have not (yet) dealt with dementia might be appalled to hear.
My mom's surprisingly ok, *mostly* not blaming herself for "killing him" by deciding on the move. Like way better than I worried she would be. So yay her. She had already mourned the loss of her husband a lot. She talked a lot about "the long goodbye". But I know there's a lot more mourning to do for her.