I went back today, hoping that, as often happens with this disease, the mood had flipped, because I needed the boost.
When I got there, caregiver and residents were dancing or bopping in their chairs or singing to fifties and sixties Christmas rock. Of course I joined in and we all had a grand time. There are some real rockers in that crowd!
Later one of the caregivers told me that last evening (the evening of the day of dying) my darling told her, out of the blue, “I like it here. And I have friends here, and some of them I love.”
So! Maybe not so miserable after all.
CaringCV 