Something we are learning through this experience is live each moment as it unfolds. If John seems more fluent we give thanks, if he is struggling or in pain we remind ourselves it is just a bad day. We have had a few visitors today which has been lovely. We were visited by some friends whose little girl is poorly, we were touched that they travelled so far to encourage us, we are so blessed to belong to the universal Church where we can pray for one another. Alice listened to John read today, she said he was very good, John also tried the compu-blox computer programme,(Alex stayed around to tell him what to do) he was a little discouraged that he forgot the colours, he kept on going until the colours came back to him, but I think the effort tired him out for the rest of the day. John and Naomi made our Christmas pudding which was good for reading, sequencing and physical co-ordination. John and Alice played Jenga which is so good for both of them, Alice gets to play a game with Dad and John gets to again improve hand eye co-ordination in a fun way. John has been trying to read the paper this evening, he says he reads a sentence and then his concentration goes, nevertheless it was heartening to see him with the paper in his hands. Belonging to a family is such a blessing, I have been thinking about all the elderly people who have strokes and ahve no family to care for them it is so sad, to think of someone who feels lonely afraid and un loved.
Flashbacks
Tonight I experienced a flashback. For one moment I was a child again. I was sitting in the car in the dark when my daughter ran in to collect our dog from her nan. The warmth of the light flooded through the open doorway into the dark street. As I sat there a flood of childhood memories filled my senses. My mum who died of cancer only last December used to collect weekly insurance payment from door to door. I frequently accompanied her as she did this job. I would meet her after school and keep her company as she went from house to house. I remember the cold winter nights when for hours we would walk from house to house. The emotion that flooded my memory was one of feeling locked out of something warm and beautiful. I would stand with my mum in the cold and feel the warmth as the door opened, a smell of something cooking would hit my brain and I would long to be asked in. To spend a moment in the warmth drinking a hot drink. Instead I was left with a feeling of being exclude...
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