I had been caring for my Father who is now in stage 6 Dementia. He has been living with me since 2005, and my mother, brother and I have been doing 'tag team' care. It's been rough, but finally we came to the conclusion that he needed to go to a home. Three weeks ago, we finally found a good place 3 miles away and we put him there. Yes now the house is quite. I don't have to lock up the food and pull the knobs off the stove and oven any more. The bathroom is clean every morning.

Change? Yea, but more just emotionally drained. I see him every weekend, and will be stopping off on the way home from work-it's like a mile from there. Emotionally spent after all these years of constant care. I never noticed the stress until he was gone and I just collapsed physically. Going to go see him now.