It was a visiting weekend, a whirl of catch up and chat.
Seeing Mum is always a a tiny bit scary, what will she be like, what changes will have occurred in the last few weeks? There is a hesitation outside her door, a beat in the heart for hope and a smile.
She was smiling but frail, quite sharp but with a definate lessening in the memory department.
A different feeling here, one of soft sadness, not the jarring despair of last year when I felt she was being stolen from me in the most barbaric way. No, I think now Mum is fading from all of us in a more natural way. Time taking its dreadful toll. Old age laying a gnarled hand upon her frail old head.
I’ve taken flowers from the garden, rhododendron, big daisies, mint, lemon balm and lady’s bonnets. She likes the casual bouquet, they brighten her room and smell beautiful. I can smell them right now, see them on her windowsill as I look out of my own window to the garden where the flowers all grew.
She is now 91 years old. The staff say she has good days and bad, it is just life really, life fading away in its own time.
Onwards to Colin, bro is in good form, signed up for a new computing course and determined to do well. He tells me it was Lady’s Day at the races the day before. His flat overlooks the racecourse so he has a great view. “Why do half the population turn out with seaweed on their heads?” Hmmmm, whazzat, lost me completely there. I backtrack in the conversation to try to get my bearings, what the hell is he on about? “Seaweed?” I ask, “What are you talking about?”. “All that seaweed stuff and a daft flower sticking up. All the women wore them”, aha the penny drops – this is fashion he’s on about.
Now my bro knows as much about fashion as I do about nuclear physics. Seaweed on heads, the odd flowers sticking up – hats, or should I say fascinat’;s.
“Nothing fascinating about them, just looked daft” he says, really men and fashion, they just don’t get it do they.
Onwards for an evening at Madge’s. Good food, wine and chat. Watch movies, reminisce, talk of the future and laugh a lot.
A good weekend all round I’d say. Highs and lows, ups and downs. Life in all its glory.