It's hard to imagine that this woman, always so full of life, will not be here much longer. In such a short period of time Mum has gone from someone who is running around, with barely a spare moment left in her diary, to someone who now just sleeps. While my little family and … Continue reading Peacefully sleeping
Cheated
It's the odd little things that catch me: some middle-aged woman helping her old mum cross the road, a man sitting drinking coffee with his elderly mother, an elderly gentleman talking quietly with a teenage grandson. Things I will never get to experience. Mum will never be an old woman. Dad was never an old … Continue reading Cheated
Don’t panic
I have really struggled with understanding what I need to write about this week. It seems much harder, which is probably a great reflection of the rollercoaster week it's been. It's not as though there has been anything too dramatic regarding Mum's health - I think that we've all accepted (including Mum) that it is … Continue reading Don’t panic
Playing statues
Today Mum is still like statue. She's here but she's not. Her body isn't reading any signals to move and her face shows peace. I dress her in her pretty shirt that she picked out, help her into a chair, put her tiny tub of Bircher muesli and cup of tea next to her and … Continue reading Playing statues
