I love small beauties. Readers who come here regularly will know this. I am always photographing the small things in life, the incidentals. To me they are what oils the wheels that turn the cogs that make all the big things happen and the world go round.
This is a catch up post, a sort of me update if you will. So many of you were incredibly kind when I was talking (almost every day) about my Mums’ illness etc and how it was affecting us. Well just to keep you up to date my mother is still alive – just. She weighs barely 5 stone and lives on baby food and yogurt. Her legs are thinner than my wrist. She is going blind now.
I will admit that I struggle now when I visit her. I struggle with words and with feelings too. She is finding it difficult to have a good word to say about anything, one can hardly blame her. She only wants to see my brother, he doesn’t want to see her. I am there and unwanted. Barely tolerated instead of the treasured one who won’t go in.
An old friend phoned the other night, I haven’t seen her in a year and she is going through a similar thing with her mother dieing just now. The difference is that her Mum is accepting the closing of life. She talks of her funeral plans and is making her peace. How different. The doctors say her mum has a week or two at most. Now they have no time span for my mother she is just clinging on and dieing bit by bit.