annsixty, I just wish we'd known how things would pan out at the time. We were new to it all and lost, really. She refused to come and live with me. I should have insisted that she spent nights here and there is a day centre nearby. The last year of her life (in the homes) was fraught with problems for all of us.
My father had been traumatised by the war. He was in the RAF and the only one from his group to survive. He never spoke about it until his final days. He ended up in a locked hospital ward, totally broken (mentally) with a rare cancer. There was no other place available for him, poor soul. You are left feeling useless and helpless, unwilling to even think about them and remember their sad final months.
Richard E Grant's Very Modern Odyessey






