My father’s sister was 90 on June 20 or possibly June 22 (there is some debate on this point, my grandmother and the official record did not agree). My father was 94 on March 25. My aunt told me that the matron in the Bons in Cork commented to my granny that “Of course, we will have to shoot your relatives.” Her meaning I think being that they lived a long time rather than a revolutionary proposal.
I hope that I have those genes.
My mother is 93, she has her wits but not much else. My older sister looks after her, I get a free pass as I have a profoundly autistic son who is in care. Life is something that sometimes berwilders with its unfairness.
Goodness knows why I should write this, true though it is, possibly because this blog seems to reflect light rather than dark.
I envy you your travails, hard though they be for you, because they are what I expected as a youngster, not the grimness I, and my wife who is braver than me, face every day.
Sorry to be a bit grim, I do love your blog.
Oh Charles, I am sorry, that is hard. I do know what you mean about travails within the range of normal. Thanks for the kind words about the blog though.