Excerpts from Gillian Bennetts Letter (published in the website DeadAtNoon) I will take my life today around noon. It is time. Dementia is taking its toll and I have nearly lost myself. I have nearly lost me. Jonathan, the straightest and brightest of men, will be at my side as a loving witness. There comes a time, in the progress of dementia, when one is no longer competent to guide ones own affairs. I want out before the day when I can no longer assess my situation, or take action to bring my life to an end. Every day I lose bits of myself, and its obvious that I am heading towards the state that all dementia patients eventually get to: not knowing who I am and requiring full-time care. I know as I write these words that within six months or nine months or twelve months, I, Gillian, will no longer be here. I have had a husband beyond compare, and children and grandchildren who have outstripped me in most meaningful ways. Since I was seven I have had wonderful friends, whom I did and still do adore. Today, now, I go cheerfully and so thankfully into that good night. Jonathan, the courageous, the faithful, the true and the gentle, surrounds me with company. I need no more. It is almost noon.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 03:18:07 +0000
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