Uncle Vic passed away yesterday. I am almost unbearably upset and feel as if I've lost my dad all over again. He stood shoulder to shoulder with my dearest Pa as one of the loveliest men I've ever known and I will miss him such a lot. He was kind, gentle, funny and told the most wonderful stories. Genuinely a true gentleman.
This is the fifth death in the family in the last four months. Just too much to handle really.
Taking H to the station in an hour and then off to bring Ma home. More later.
Well, she's home and already had a cup of coffee! I am delighted. She seems happy and content and talks almost constantly although it's anyone's guess what the topic is...
We had a dodgy hour or two when it looked as though she wouldn't be able to come home due to the care provider giving back word. This would've meant her being shunted to yet another home until probably Tuesday. However Barry managed to sort it and I collected her at 5pm.The care package won't start until tomorrow morning but I'm sure I can manage until then.
It is now 18:50 and she's showing no signs of wanting to go to bed yet.
What a difference to two months ago.