Today is Friday and I know it should be my Friday Favs. In fact I had a lovely post lined up about a fabulous shop, however it can wait until next week.
I don’t want to be a whinger and host a pity party but I wanted to post here to say thank you to the many of you who have commented and emailed me this week about Mum. You don’t know how much this means to me to have such wonderful support.
This week seems to have been endless, it hasn’t felt real at all. Days have passed in a mess of calls/visits/work and tears. How many tears can one body hold?
Choosing music and writing words for the impending funeral. Trying to be organised as I know the dreadful ‘falling down the liftshaft’ feeling when death does take its toll.
Stupidity (my own) seems to be dogging me this week. If I can forget something I will, if I can drop it, I most certainly shall. The kitchen floor has met with numerous breakages this week, butter fingers seems to be my middle name just now. Add to that I’m exhibiting a remarkable lack of patience, even for me. The poor animals quake at the sight of me, I almost can’t bear to have anyone around.
The hospital have decided to return Mum to her care home today. She is barely conscious now, but there is nothing more that can be done for her there. Better that she pass in her own bed in the care home where she has faces and voices around her that she knows. I am glad for this. They say it won’t be long now, I guess we are just waiting for God.