This is a very self indulgent post.
I turned that corner and hit a bleak time and whilst I am trying hard to overcome my fears about the future, I feel very alone.
I called up to see mum and dad. I had scallop pies and stewed quinces for them. Mum was lost and it seemed like she was in another world. She repeated every thing dad and I said. Dad was asking how every one was: my daughters, my grandson, my partner and his daughter. Mum wasn’t even trying to work out who we were talking about, but asked each time, “who is Elena, who is he, who is she? ” just to stay in the conversation.
Then she looked at me and asked,
“who is looking after you?”
“No-one,” I said.
Some where in that muddled confused mind of hers … she understood.