Here is the October extract from the year of being sixty two, rather late in the month! Eventually we all become orphans, unless we die young and leave others to cope with the mess. It’s odd then that it should be such a surprise. My mother’s death though was a surprise. One day she was apparently well, if tired, coping with my father’s motor neurone disease cheerily, orchestrating a move for them into an assisted living flat with customary energy and skill. The next day we were driving desperately behind the air ambulance that was taking her to Exeter, my father talking determinedly about how they would manage her convalescence, me with a cold pit of fear in my stomach. A major heart attack. She was dead in her nightie on the bed in the recovery room when we got there, her hair askew, marks on her chest and arms from where they had tried to revive her. She looked very small and very alone and totally gone. ...
I think you share the same feelings with a lot of people, elizabethm, it will be just lovely to get down to just some decent bloging for its own sake - I look forward to it!
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ReplyDeleteIsn't it lovely to be all here? Big sigh of relief I think Looking forward to reading/blogging with you all again. xx
ReplyDeleteWell I keep going round and round circles but I have posted a blog on my site and hopefully someone will read it nice to have you on board where ever the boat may be sailing. blossom
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