My wife is dying, and I am helpless to do anything about it other than to make these the best years of her life.
I grieve for her, and for us. We have been married more than half of my life, and I cannot imagine a life without her. The emotions of sorrow and grief weigh so heavily upon me that the only respite I have is in the first few minutes after I wake up.
As the disease progresses, one or more facets of who my wife was is now gone. I have to say my silent goodbyes now.