Six months ago things were indescribably awful. We had just witnessed dad die after a short illness (and he was young (for his age) and fit). I still wonder about his morphine dosage. Those 6 months have been unbearable for my mother: loss, loneliness, new responsibility, worry, despair, but also help and support from family and community. I can't say the experience did much for my mental health either. What you feel during these times of grieving is worse than can ever be described and I wouldn't be here if I could describe the reality and the horror and despair that follows a death witnessed.
Now things are looking up a little.
Thanks to Bad Sister's lovely partner, mum now has a lovely painting (precariously mounted (apparently) on the wall above her wine glass shelf, but here on display at Bad Sister's house))
and she has spent the day framing the photos I took of family at Christmas and before.
And apropos of nothing, Ron Ashton died today. He was in the Stooges. It was 40 years since he made
this. My dad got grumpy about it when he was trying to snooze.
2 comments:
*hugs to you and all your family. I hope things improve for your family soon xxx
Sounds promising, mate - love to you all.
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