One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
We’ve always loved food in our family. Our portion sizes are legendary. I can out-eat Hubby no problems at all and my kids are showing the signs of taking after me. I am secretly very proud! Continue reading “For The Love of Food”
What’s the last number?” asks Mabel, aged 5.
Continue reading ““Do You Want Granny To Die?!””
I saw this quote the other day and it stopped me in my tracks with its raw and painful truth. She did teach me so much my beautiful mum and she is still teaching us – teaching us about the darker side of life; the pain and the hurt, the loss and the fear, but she is also teaching us to be strong and to never assume, to enjoy each other more, to value the good things more, to love each other more, to live better, to be better. Continue reading “What my mother taught me”
Time is a funny thing. When we’re young, we think it is endless and we have all the time in the world. I don’t really know at what point that stops, maybe it is a gradual awareness, a slow awakening to the fact that we are ageing. Continue reading “I believe in Magic”
I speak to my mum and dad every day now. I didn’t before – before, I would call once or twice a week and we would catch up on all the week’s happenings. I would share stories from the kids’ many after-school activities, proudly informing my parents how well they are all doing in this and that, the things we have done as a family, the friends I have seen and the things we have in the diary for the coming week. Continue reading “Drive carefully!”
I received a lovely message this morning from an old friend. My old university friend, Sian, who I don’t see enough of these days and with whom I have shared some wonderful, funny, embarrassing and special times with over the past 20 or so years (one moment in particular when we chased Brad from Neighbours down an alley in Hull! Shameful!) Continue reading “What to say?”
It is late on a Sunday afternoon, we have eaten well, we have walked in the beautiful spring sunshine, we have watched Scotland beat France in the Six Nations Rugby (born Scottish, I am still in shock) and we have had a lovely family day. Continue reading “Dog Mess!”
I read an article this week in The Guardian that put, very eloquently, the feeling of grief you experience when you lose your mother. In it, the journalist, David Ferguson describes how losing a mother is, actually, a poor description of what it feels like when your mother has died. Continue reading “No Love, No Pain”
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”
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”
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