It’s the day after “Mother’s day” and sadness has reached into my heart once again to bring a tear to my eye after reading Sarah’s last blog post. Continue reading “Mum’s The Word”
Mum’s The Word
Mother’s Day Tears
I didn’t really give too much thought to today, before it arrived that is. I’d sent the obligatory card to Mum, I’d invited my mother-in-law round for Sunday lunch with my grandmother-in-law and other family members. I’d ordered a gammon joint from our fabulous butcher and hubby popped to the supermarket with a list of the required vegetables and nibbles. All sorted, I thought. Easy. Continue reading “Mother’s Day Tears”
Introducing…my brother
Before I started this blog, I spoke to my siblings about the fact I was writing things down and I emailed them my thoughts from time to time. Continue reading “Introducing…my brother”
An Unfair Fight
It was a gradual dawning – the fact that there was something very wrong with Mum. Dad was worried, I could see it in him and after multiple trips to the doctors she was being treated for depression Continue reading “An Unfair Fight”
A note from my sister…
I’m feeling nostalgic and sad this evening. We’ve had a super day…. we went on a trip to the Natural History Museum, it was fabulous, made all the better by having an excited toddler in tow. Continue reading “A note from my sister…”
My Roots
As we get older, we learn more about ourselves and we grow to accept what it is about us that makes us ‘us’. I now know I am a creature of habit and I like having roots. My hubby, recently sick of the constant Yorkshire rain, freezing wind and dreary greyness, rang me from work and suggested we move to Australia. Continue reading “My Roots”
The Dancer
People used to always tell me I looked like my dad, particularly his side of the family. My granny and other Turner relatives, would say things like “Sarah has the Turner nose” or “she’s got the Turner shaped eyes,” and as a girl I was delighted. I wanted to look like my dad. To me, he looked like Clark Kent with his specs on and Superman without. Continue reading “The Dancer”
My Crown
I spotted this on one of my friend’s Facebook timeline and I loved it. It made me smile and I think every girl (once she’s past the age of about 21) can relate to it. When you are suddenly a grown up, you find yourself appreciating your mum, for all her strengths, weaknesses, failures, successes, individual quirks, differences, eccentricities and everything and anything in between.
Haircut Day!
Sarah has written many words of wisdom over the last few months. For someone who has had to deal with all the ups and downs of a parent showing rapid decline in mental function, it must certainly be a challenge. However, it is a much more difficult experience for those trapped in a constant state of upheaval and uncertainty. Continue reading “Haircut Day!”
Adapt and Cope
We are resilient us humans aren’t we? We change, adapt, grow as our situations move around us. I believe that we subconsciously reassess what is acceptable or normal and reevaluate our lives and the things in it against these new parameters constantly. Continue reading “Adapt and Cope”
My Crazy Mum 
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