My father is out of hospital after several weeks. He and my mother are together to celebrate their 65 wedding anniversary. But their spirits are not up. Mum is happier now that Dad is with her, but he's bed bound, not only can't get up and out of bed but can hardly turn himself in the bed. His only comfort is listening to audio books. Mum was eating with other people in the care home till he came out, and now her only company is him.
As aged Aunty E keeps saying "it's old age and dry rot!" And Mum and Dad feel rotten.
Nevertheless, their loyal younger friends in the parish gathered today for their anniversary mass, signed a card for them, iced a cake and sent sweet smelling jasmine. Mum and Dad must have done something special to have so many people care.
As aged Aunty E keeps saying "it's old age and dry rot!" And Mum and Dad feel rotten.
