Sunday, November 10th, marks one year since my husband, Clay, departed this life. In a way, I had lost him several years before. Frontal lobe dementia had taken him from me.
I stood by him to the end though it was not easy, as many of my friends and family can attest. There were times I wanted to run, to flee the ‘dementia Clay’ who was no one I knew. Then I would recall all the wonderful moments we shared and the memories we created. I would remember the day he was told his diagnosis and how he turned to me and pleaded for me to never leave him. At that moment I promised I would stay with him just as we vowed on our wedding day.
If roles were reversed, I would like to believe he would have stayed with me.
As the day draws near, my emotions have been a roller coaster. After we lose loved ones, we invariably often think of things we wish we had said or done. I only wish he could have been MY Clay, the man I fell in love with and married, one more time so I could have held him, told him I loved him, and heard him say the same to me.
So mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, sons daughters, sisters, brothers…go embrace a loved one and say I love you.