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Monthly Archives: December 2015
Oh, You Are A Terror, Aren’t You?
It’s weeks since Mum said anything to me. The smiles, the laughter, they’re still there but Mum no longer really communicates in words. In some ways, it’s the hardest thing to accept about this bloody disease. Mum, who taught me … Continue reading
What Are You Doing for Christmas?
“What are you doing for Christmas?” I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been asked that question. Last Sunday, at a lunchtime party, I had a similar conversation with more than a dozen people. My answer is … Continue reading
We Wish You a Giggling Merry Christmas
Christmas is well underway at Mum’s care home. With less than three weeks to go, the home is liberally decorated and plans are in place for the Christmas party, which sadly I can’t go to this year. Christmas was always a very … Continue reading
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