I've just got back from a weekend at Mum & Dads and I'm pleased to report we managed to have some really lovely times.
I was a little apprehensive on my journey down as I just didn't know what to expect, the changes have been so significant each visit. Mum had just been to the Hospice and enjoyed telling me albeit haltingly, about the people she met and how she got on. We had a lovely dinner cooked by Dad (accompanied by the obligatory glass or 2 of wine) and we tucked Mum up at the scheduled time of 9pm giving Dad and I a chance to talk (in secret) before we also retired to bed.
The rest of the weekend was spent making my lovely Mum really giggle - she might have childlike humour now but she can still laugh with us. As Georgepa mentioned, we watched Elvis together with Mum making totally inappropriate comments, but who cares, it made her roar and Dad and me smile
Unfortunately we were woken on Sunday morning with Mum falling and I really do find that SO hard to cope with. Nothing prepares you for finding your Mum face planting the floor, bum in the air, not sure whether she's really hurt this time.....it takes my breath away. As Dad explained, sadly he's now so used to it it's not so shocking but I find it a tough one.
However, we managed, we watched ANOTHER Elvis film with my lovely Mum singing along and smiling away. A little potter around the country lanes after a delicious roast lunch and a visit from a splendid friend made for some very happy memories this weekend, some moments of pure joy.
I know on a day to day basis you carers have it beyond tough but I guess we all have to grab hold of those "moments" to give us some sunshine on the dark days.