The care home where you stayed to give H a break from looking after you.
I turned up, surprising you. So weak, even thinner.
Couldn't stay long, too much for you. You sleep a lot.
Numb with shock and grief on the bus and train rides home. A frozen river of tears
in my veins. I knew you were very ill, but the shock of you there, before me,
the feel of your bones in my arms as I held you gently on leaving..where have you gone?
I hear some time later you are feeling better due to some new medication, you even managed
two cinema visits with your family over Christmas!
We speak hardly at all...and sometimes, when we do, you are confused and too tired for conversation beyond 5 minutes.
In five days you will be 85 years old.
The six months you were given to live is now more than half way gone.
