I read my last post again yesterday and realised it sounded way too gloomy. Visiting used to be like going to the gym – you put it off, but feel better afterwards. These days I look forward to it, and wish I could go more often. There is a real family atmosphere in the home.
Yesterday blew my last post out of the water. My dad gave me a beaming smile when I went in and then drifted off as I cut his fingernails. My mum then arrived with ‘Cheese and Pickle Mini Cheddars’. They brought tears to my eyes
, and seemed to invigorate my dad.
My sister arrived- another beaming smile, but I was then the subject of his attention. We had a lovely half hour of chatting and he made some sense. I thought he said “I love you” so I said “Do you love me?” and he replied “No – I love you very much”. I stood up to kiss him and he said “Are you going, because I want you to stay.” As I leaned in to hear him, he reached out and put his hand behind my head and drew me in to kiss me.
For someone who has barely uttered a word that made sense for weeks, this was exceptional. It was better than City beating United. Except it was a reality.
Yesterday I was flavour of the month. Last week I was the devil incarnate. I have to learn go with the flow.