There were times though, I have to admit, just before the end, when I couldn’t bear hearing her or having her touch me or even being near me. Those were the times when the Parkinson’s finally slowed me right down. But in slowing me down, it slowed her down too. Holidays were impossible and even visiting the children was a struggle, because I couldn’t drive any longer and she didn’t like to. She had to tend to all my problems, to nurse me and to call for help from friends when I fell. And I seemed to fall a lot.