I did not sleep much - a bit weepy really. My every waking moment has been devoted to his needs for so long that it is hard to adapt. And I keep going over in my mind every moment when I was having a bad day and was not the quite the good carer that I might have wished. It is very quiet here, and I am still programmed to his needs and keep thinking "Oh it is time for his ......"
I am sure that some of you Gransnetters will identify with that. How do you cope?
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