Fleurpepper, not shocking at all, not to me. My poor mother showed the first signs of Alzheimer’s in her very early 80s. We finally went down the care home route when she was 89, and she went on to 97 - for her last years doubly incontinent, not knowing any of her family, unable to hold any sort of conversation, no clue about anything.
TBH in the few months before I knew a care home was going to be inevitable, if I could have tucked her into bed after a nice dinner and a glass or two of her favourite sherry, and been able to ensure - without consequences - that she’d never wake up again, I’d have done it. And I know absolutely that it’s what her former self would have wanted.
Last weekend, in Rutland, the first statue in Britain of the late Elizabeth II was unveiled.