I haven't had time. I've been worrying. I've been caring. I've been visiting. I've been neglecting. I've been avoiding thinking too far into the future.
My Mum was in hospital for 5 days with nasty asthma, home for a couple of weeks and then whooping up a coughing storm for the last week and a half.
She is my Dad's carer and so my Dad has been in a respite care home being pampered by the lovely care staff/nurses.
She tearfully misses him holding her hand. For 50 odd years they have only been apart for babies, fibroids and gallstones.
I miss things the way they were before Altzheimers elbowed it's way in.
My brother arrived yesterday and so I stopped worrying about my Mum being on her own and feeling guilty for not wanting to sleep on her floor.
My brother took my Dad for a pint of beer yesterday and is taking him to watch a football match in a pub tonight. My Dad is doing quite well out of this. And as Ray has noticed, being in an unfamiliar place has forced him to use his brain without having my Mum to fill in the gaps.
My Mum is beginning to recover. I am beginning to breath a little easier.