Today was the day that my Dad (88, Vascular Parkinsonism) was supposed to have his work reunion lunch. I am currently doing a 6 week life drawing class which happens to be on a Wednesday. My brother agreed to take today off work so that he could take Dad to his reunion, then take Mum to lunch at a nice pub I usually take her to on these occasions. So off I went to art class thinking all was well. Bruv got to parents' early which was a good idea as Mum often faffs around because of her Dementia. He then left early and got to the reunion venue just before 12 and walked Dad in as agreed. They waited until about 12.10. Then they assumed they had got the day wrong and left. Bruv took them both for lunch at the nice pub I usually take her to. Dad got a call this evening from one of his ex work colleagues asking if he was ok as they had missed him at the lunch. They must have arrived a couple of minutes after Bruv drov off. If I had done the run as usual I would have got there about 12.15 so he wasn't the first one there and waited until 12.30 at least. But because I chose to do my art class my Dad missed out on his reunion and then worried about the cost of the extra meal in the more expensive pub. He didn't like the puff pastry in his chicken pie either! And Mum is the one with Dementia! I feel selfish, exasperated, resentful, depressed and just so angry about everything. Bruv did his best but he didn't do what I would have done and so we have this missed opportunity. I don't regret doing my art class but I am in conflict about what happened because I did it. And I know it will only get worse.