My Mum has been in an EMI nursing home for 2 years now and I go to see her every Sunday without fail. I love going to see her, I couldn’t imagine not going. It’s an emotional challenge which has led me to try to put it in to words:-
It feels like I’m stood on a railway station platform and Mum has got on a train - one from her era, wooden compartments with the push-down window in the doors that you can lean out of. The train’s slowly pulling out of the station and i’m waving Mum good-bye. She’s waving back, but the train’s getting further and further away and each week it’s getting harder to see Mum waving. I know she’s there on that train and I guess she knows I’m on the platform, so I keep waving as she goes off in to the distance. Slowly, ever so slowly, disappearing.
I just wanted to post that in case it resonates with anyone?
It feels like I’m stood on a railway station platform and Mum has got on a train - one from her era, wooden compartments with the push-down window in the doors that you can lean out of. The train’s slowly pulling out of the station and i’m waving Mum good-bye. She’s waving back, but the train’s getting further and further away and each week it’s getting harder to see Mum waving. I know she’s there on that train and I guess she knows I’m on the platform, so I keep waving as she goes off in to the distance. Slowly, ever so slowly, disappearing.
I just wanted to post that in case it resonates with anyone?