We finally had our meal at 19:30 and to be fair mum had done a good job in the end. She even ate everything on her plate, which by recent times is a small miracle -not sure if the HP sauce helped with the chips?
I have to wait until mum has gone to bed and the house is quite before I can think deeply. The days when I could do this when mum was awake have gone sadly, now I am met with constant fluster, twittering and attention as I become the last person in mums world that she can hang onto. I recently attended a conference where a consultant geriatrician presented and she was saying how PWD no longer remember things other than how they feel about something or someone. I agree with that.
Of late have been work issues and a low self worth, that I never saw coming and I have recieved some very gratifying posts so thank you
@Bikerbeth @Duggies-girl @DesperateofDevon @2jays @Starbright @Grannie G and
@Canbrit @Woohoo and last but not least
@Moggymad and also some moving personal messages
@Jaded'n'faded.
There are always new ways of thinking or ways of capturing what we used to do but have forgot. This journey is full of distractions from the self, and we constantly learn what they are. This week in this space after quite contemplation, I think I can say the most influence in the now has been Desiderata which has halted me in my tracks and made me reflect about who it is I am and not focus on others. There is alot in this poem to take on board, but the two things that immediately struck me were
GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
and
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.