One Year

It's one year today since I had my last half-proper conversation with my mother - I wrote about it here...

Over the whole two weeks during which every day I had visited the nursing home where she was slowly sinking, she hadn't really given me any sign that she was aware of what was going on... but on that day, 30th May last year, she was sat up in bed as I went into her room and she managed to say, "I haven't seen you for ages..."

And that was the last afternoon we spent together.