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Day 308

A bad time

We've had a grim time of it. Dad went to bed early on the evening of his 84th birthday (Sunday). He'd had a good day. We were all here, his four children, plus three close family. It was a happy day. But from Sunday evening until Tuesday evening we thought he was dying. It was terrible. On Monday night, James' last night (Teddy left early on Monday morning), I cried at the table. Ma did not cry. James had red eyes. Buddy did not cry. I cried because I thought Dad could die any day and also because Ma told us that she had been keeping hold of the morphine tablets they had given Dad. She wanted as many as possible so that she could over dose on them when he died. She didn't want to live a moment longer than him. She said her time was up; she was not needed any more. We were all fine. I told her that I wanted her to live, that I would make her happy and give her a reason to live. I think she feels very alone. I understand that. It's my mission to make sure she doesn't feel so alone.

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  • White Dog White Dog
    13 months ago

    Oh George. I understand where you are coming from. Your mother is in pain and cannot see a future without your dad.Ltd is common, I see it a lot in the course of my work. With the best will in the world you cannot take the place of your dad, your mum can still chose to be lonely whatever you do and she can chose not to be happy. You are not responsible for her feelings, you can only do you best.
    I hope your dad rallies. X

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  • George Smith George Smith
    13 months ago

    Thank you for your understanding White Dog. It's a hard time and very painful to see my mother so utterly without hope or joy. But she has been like that a long time and I know it will be very hard to try to heal her. I will do my best. x

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