I get a call first thing Monday morning from the hospital to say that my Mum has died overnight. It’s a shock, as we didn’t expect it to be so quick, but in a way it was also a relief that it was so quick.
My Dad and I had a pleasant evening with her the night
before, although brief, where she did at least manage to acknowledge that we
were there.
Overall it seems a rather low key ending to almost 94 years
on this planet but that again is probably not a bad thing. If anyone could be said
to be ‘ready to go’ it was my Mum.
I ring my brother who is currently away on holiday and then
we go around to see my Dad to break the sad news in person. In order to lighten
the mood we look for somewhere for lunch. Having failed miserably to find a
local café we end up at the Trent Lock pub at, obviously, Trent Lock. Somewhere
I haven’t been since I was a teenager. We did used to go there quite a lot as
kids, so it also seemed oddly appropriate.
Having taken the Monday off work for obvious reasons I am
told by work to take a second day off but don’t really know what to do with it.
So after giving my Dad a bit of time on his own I go over to see him and we go
for a walk on Elvaston Park then go to a pub, naturally. This time the New Inn
at Shardlow.
On Wednesday I do go back to work and actually into work by
bike. Surprisingly I remember how to do it in what was my first bike ride of
June. Good job it’s only the 29th.
Unfortunately I am now almost as bruised as L is, but from bite
marks, after getting between the Lad and one of his least favourite other dogs.
L is improving now and has managed to return to some of her exercise classes
despite her deer inflicted bruises but not yet her yoga, which appears to be a
step too far.
I am mainly in work because I have a lunch date where I get to
hear the latest about life in retirement. L is very jealous of life in
retirement.
Thursday is Tennis and on Friday I go over to see my Dad
again. Not to miss out L joins us as we’re bound to end up in a pub. Yep. Another
evening in the New Inn.
On Saturday I Parkrun at Wollaton, while L tail walks. She has
a run later in the Smalley 5 Bells race which starts at 5pm. She was a member of
the Smalley club when they did a test run of this event pre-Covid and now
they’ve finally managed to run it for real.
There’s another meal out with my Dad on Sunday when we take
him for lunch at the Clock Warehouse in Shardlow. We’ll all be fat and
alcoholics at this rate.
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