I wish she could, but her sight is all but gone, she’s unsteady on her feet and dementia has raised its ugly head. I guess Mum has had a good run. She is never sick and it is only in the last three years that her sight, hearing and fitness has deteriorated. The dementia only happened recently. However her confusion isn’t helped by being in a strange environment. She worries that she hasn’t got a key to her house. I've explained that her house has been sold, but she keeps forgetting.
Selling the house was necessary to pay the $350.000 bond required by the aged care facility. Settlement is only a fortnight away. My sister and I had the bitter-sweet experience of going through all Mum’s stuff. So many memories. Hours were spent reminiscing as we looked though old photograph albums.
Mum's treasure were shared among the family. Dad’s WW2 medals, in a leather collar box, were mailed to my brother in England. Collar boxes date from a time when shirt collars were detachable. My daughter, Emma is getting a set of five ebony elephants that she used to play with when she visited her nanna and the old Singer sewing machine. The wall plates, a set of sailing ships, I've earmarked for my sailor son. He’s due back from his latest voyage at Christmas so I’ll give them to him then.
The house is empty now. I went over to give it a final clean. So sad to think it will be bulldozed. This year's roses are magnificent. I wish I knew Mum’s secret. Mine aren’t a patch on hers. I picked an enormous bunch. Even though she can’t admire their colour she can still enjoy their fragrance.
ON the plus side, I now see more of Mum than I have for years. The aged care centre is very close to where I live. So far I haven’t missed a day. I don't know exactly how it happened, but somehow or other I’ve been wheedled into reading to a group of residents who love stories. I love stories too so I’m more than happy to read to them.
Busy as I’ve been getting Mum settled, I am happy to report that I’m writing again. I’m up to chapter 4 of “The Little Dog Laughed.” The story is pouring out of me, so with a bit of luck and a great deal of effort I should have hope another book out in 2014.
‘Til my next update,