Frames

Tonight was friends and family night where my Mum lives. Some residents have problems in getting about and need a walking stick, a frame or even a chair. Others are very quite nimble but a little confused. Some sadly are both.

They are all in their own sweet way very lovely.

I worry about how my Mum feels about being there, about how I'd feel if I was my Mum. I worry about how I'm going to be, the impact I might have on my children. I have siblings, how do they feel...?

I joke that I will start smoking bad ciggies and bungee jumping at 60... The odds are pretty good at the moment...