My last article I left it at the point where dad had finished his chemotherapy. Mum? Well her life her thoughts were in her mind, we didn’t quite know what was going on. Mum had always been a very gentle lady, and up to this point she still was but, if you tried to take her hand bag from her to get something out she would fight tooth and nail, until you felt that you were scolding her. It was indeed very difficult and one I always dreading doing.
One Saturday my sister had come up from her home in Liverpool and we decided to take mum and dad out for lunch, we rung ahead so the home where mum was could get her ready. On approaching the home dad was quite excited having not seen his wife for over 4 months. As I looked up I saw her looking out of a window at the top of some stairs, it was almost as if she knew this visit, was more special than most. She was right the visits from dad had been few and far between, his health had been pretty awful, picking up all bugs there was around.
Dad opened the car door and walked towards the home, you could see the light shining from my mum’s eyes. This lovely lady was so excited, it reminded me of a time when I was five or six years old seeing mum coming towards me after she had been away for two days, and dad told me my eyes lit up and I was so excited. We could have been the same age. There again I was the five year old at the time and mums mind now acted the same way.
They had a lovely day we took them down to the key side, were the new bridge was. The mechanism rotates around and opens up like a huge eye lash so the larger boats ca n manoeuvre through, it was a very beautiful sight, and as they had their arms around each other they walked towards this magnificent bridge, the sun was setting and as I obviously no now this was the last time they were both together and so this was a very special time, one I know I will never forget as long as I live. Mum was always proud of her Geordie roots and that day she did them proud!
I’m sure there are a lot of people out there who have, and are in a similar situation; I hope I can relate to at least a few of you. My story hasn’t finished yet I hope you will read on.
