From daily realities
Forging a life together
‘til nature plays its last trick.
“take something ephemeral and non-digital and bring it to your blog for all of us to enjoy and reflect on. “
I wrote this haiku as a portrait of my mum but as I read it through I realise that is is also a portrait of my grandma.
In the last few months my father has become much frailer. He can no longer live in his own home. It is becoming harder and harder to see the vibrant, intelligent, charming man I have known all my life. He has had some amazing adventures, did his duty with bravery and dignity, made sacrifices and, of course, like everyone else made mistakes. Sadly, the people he meets now only see the faintest shadow of that man.
For Chèvrefeuille and his family.
Earlier this week, my frail, elderly dad rang me and all I could hear was heavy breathing and there was no response to my voice. I immediately thought he’d had another stroke. I rang back before ringing the ambulance and starting the three and a half hour journey to see him. When he answered he sounded normal and surprised to hear me. He’d pressed the wrong speed dial button and had put the phone down when he realised. What a relief!
I collect Christmas decorations. Every decoration I put on my tree is a memory of a place, experience or of a person. The ones in the collage above remind me of happy times with my Mum – her helping me decorate my first Christmas Tree in my own home, her eye’s sparkling as she celebrated Christmases with her beloved grandchildren. The little ice cube snowman is one of my favourites. I bought it during what turned out to be our last ever shopping trip – bitter sweet memories.
“The Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories (ACCM) allows you to share your family’s holiday history twenty-four different ways during December! Learn more at http://adventcalendar.geneabloggers.com.”