Yesterday was a busy day for work, preparing for changes and then shopping for more pj’s for Don. Seems he is a bit heavy on the laundry.
After a pleasant evening, as I turned to go to bed, I was overwhelmed. I started wailing, imagining Don lurching around the empty halls of the care home, looking for me in the middle of the night. The agony was unbelievable.
Eventually the wails subsided and I phoned the night nurse, who was pleasant and said Don was snoring peacefully. I thanked her and fell into a deep calm sleep.
But remembering that pain brings tears to my eyes again.