Towards the end

 

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Towards the end

Mother became more and more frail over the last few years.  Her dementia became more advanced and so did her stubbornness. Looking after her became a full time job with a lot of ups and downs. 

These days it was hard to find the amusing side off caring for her, I would go to get her out of bed and she would be hallucinating which ment a doctors visit. 

Or I would find her on the floor, that would mean an ambulance to help get her up. Many a night I made her comfortable and warm a on the floor, while I sat in the chair waiting for help to come.

Why didn't I put her in a nursing home?

I promised my father I would look after her.

"Mary-jane . I  need a word with you" called my father

" dad I'm sorry but that woman really puts my back up" I say as I stormed out the house once again. Mother had been accusing me of taking her money, I didn't live there and I had just walked in the house.

"It's not that,  I know you haven't done anything. She's probably mislaid it. No , I want to ask you to look after her if anything happens to me. Promise " 

I was knocked sideways, absolutely flabbergasted.

" dad she hates me I couldn't do it"

 its true Mother made it quite clear to me on numerous occasions through my life that, she did not like me.

"Mary-jane I know you have had it tough, but your the only one I can trust"

The look on his face, bless him, during my life he often tried to stop mothers bullying but it made her worse,  it wasn't his fault.

"OK dad if she needs me I will help her, Promise "

And that was that, he knew I would never break my word.


To be continued 

My life

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