The Cosmos has thrown us quite a few curve balls already this year (and it’s July, right??). Our parents have had lots of doctor, specialist and hospital visits and, thankfully, particularly as Ma Kettle lives a good 2 hours drive away, they’ve taken it in turns when needing our care and attention.
However, Monday week ago, The Golfer’s Dad died. He’d been getting frailer over the last couple of months and passed away peacefully after a visit, with chat and laughter, from The Golfer.Ma was down visiting us and we have been very grateful for her love, support and help. The Golfer is an only child, which makes decisions easier, but means a full burden which I try to help with.
DearFIL was 94 and had lived a full, varied and remarkable life. From serving his country with post WWII clean ups (including being one of many sailors to witness nuclear explosions at Manus Island), to working for the same company for many years rising from the shop floor to management, he also enjoyed in his retirement, lawn bowls (winning a few trophies) and dancing (being a much called upon partner). After The Golfer’s Mum died in 1992 DearFIL learnt to use a computer and to cook, looking up recipes on the internet, as well as managing housework; all the things The Golfer’s Mum had done while DearFIL was doing shiftwork.
It was only in the last four years that he was unable to look after himself and moved into a nursing home, declaring after a couple of weeks that he didn’t care for being surrounded by “old people”! Nevertheless he adapted well and made some new friends while he was there.
Being the age he was, most of his family and mates had pre-deceased him, so his funeral was a small one, but a lovely one with The Golfer doing a great eulogy and we sent him off in style with his favourite tune “Hello Dolly” by the wonderful Sachmo and his favourite yellow roses.After an emotional week, The Golfer and I headed down to Sorrento for the day yesterday (Ma Kettle went home on Sunday). The fish and chip shop was full, so we patronised the bakery instead and took our salad rolls to the foreshore. The seagulls were keen to share our repast, but we were mean and savoured our lunches for ourselves.Afterwards we sat in the sun and watched as the ferry berthed, disgorging vehicles and passengers and loaded up same for the return journey. It was so pleasant and relaxing to sit in the sun, let our thoughts roam, and watch idly as others busied themselves with getting to the ferry on time, or sauntered along the beach.
I will try to get back into a blogging routine sometime soon. It may take just a little while, so I hope you can forgive me and keep watching this space.
With much love