40 blogs of Lent — day 22 Yesterday was Mum's birthday, tomorrow will be Mothering Sunday. It will be four and a half years since she passed away, and this time of year is a poignant reminder of her, and particularly who she was before dementia cruelly changed her personality. The old mum was always …
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That did not work
The best laid plans, and all that The last 2 weeks in September my wife and I were on holiday in Ibiza. Not the holiday, the holiday was not the thing that did not work: The holiday was great, it was the first time we have ever returned to a destination the following year. It …
Why I am a musician
It is down to my mother. Mum never, as far as I know, ever played a musical instrument, or even showed any desire to do so, but she sang and sang. She sang when doing the housework and sang along with the radio. She did stop singing now and again, to watch cricket, or to …
Mum
Early on September 18th Mum passed away peacefully in her sleep. Friday 30th was the funeral. What can I say about this wonderful woman? Married to a fishmonger, with six children, and worked in factories and as a shop girl and a cleaner, not what you would think would be a great person ... ... …
Dementia is cruel
Mum is 86 today, and suffering from dementia. It is sad to watch the deterioration of someone you love as she is slowly being overcome by a disease that leaves the body mostly unaffected but takes away all that makes the person who they are. Traces of personality are either taken away or twisted or …
Claiming a small victory
It's about Mum. Mum has Atzheimer's and is living in a home. I see her when I can. I visited twice this last week. On the second visit she called me Steven: She got my name right. Two years ago, before I started the present job, and before she was in care, I spent some …
Remembrance again.
There is a reason to remember. It informs us of who we are. Not just who we were but who we are. Things that have happened in out past and how we reacted to them make a difference to who we are in the present. Which is why it is important to remember. Remembering is …
Making an ass of myself 