My husband is gone in almost every conceivable way, and yet I find myself wanting to hang on to the last little bit of him even though I know now that it might not be in his best interests.  I know if it were me, I would want him to stay involved with me and yet still have the time and opportunity to get on with his life.  And in conversations I had with him at the time both his father and my mother were living with the disease, I know he would want the same for me.  None-the-less, the reality of choosing another home for him and allowing others to take over his primary care is emotionally brutal.  But I am going to forge ahead now that I've found what I think is  close to a perfect place for him.  The owners are in the medical field, the house is large and has a lovely backyard, and there are four male residents living there, all reasonable talkative.  I'll check with families that have placed loved ones there and then make my final decision next week.  But as of now, I think that Dick will be moving on September 1st.  Luckily, I had an Alzheimer's support group meeting today and was surrounded by love and understanding from those who knew exactly what I was going through.  I can't say enough about this group --- it has saved me countlesss times and will continue to give me strength to walk this road -- this road I so do not want to be walking.  I think that this transition will be of some interest to those who may have to face the same situation, so I will continue to share our journey.  Please comment back to me if you've already been where I am.