One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
By my dad….
Stretcher-bearer. One may think this is a strange title for my next few paragraphs on life living on the edge, but you’ll smile as this is the answer to one of the clues in last week’s prize cryptic Scotsman crossword. Yes, I do have time for some relaxation between chores! Continue reading “Stretcher-Bearer”
My day started this morning at around 6:50 with our youngest screaming out from her bedroom, “My wet Mummy!” it wasn’t exactly what I needed before a day at work and the kids’ last day at school before the Easter break. Continue reading “Just another day!”
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?”
By my dad…..
“What a difference a day makes” – Dinah Washington – released in 1959 and still as fresh today. “24 little hours.” Continue reading “What a difference a day makes”
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!”
By Emma……
So, it was International Women’s Day yesterday and it got me pondering…. Continue reading “International Women’s Day Musings”
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”
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