AN ENIGMATIC AND POIGNANT JOURNEY AROUND MY AGEING AND EVOLVING MOTHER! PART 113.

 

A time when one becomes less mobile and ones perceptual world becomes more challenged and distorted.  

A time when, if one is unfortunate, one might find oneself spending more time contemplating a death which seems reluctant to come and long in coming.  Instead of enjoying my remaining time amongst the land of the living.

But none of these cogitations, these reminiscences, can take away the fact that my dear mother has been living a rather celebratory life over the past few months. 

At least, since Christmas 2020. Over the past few months, atleast since the beginning of 2021, she has been having a life of what could be called quietude. 

A life of acceptance, with her complaining, when it does occurs, being short-lives and almost occurring by accident or automatically triggered. 

Without any rhyme and reason, as it were, but just pushing itself into our interaction without any apparent context.

I am now able to visit mother dear mother and have an enjoyable few hours in her company. 

Yes, she might feel tired and be on the verge of nodding off, not least as she does not sleep well at nights. 

Or she might have her absent moments or apparent deep sleep bouts, in which she is sitting upright, on her bed say, and, with her eyes closed and her body steady, appears to be in deep sleep.

To be continued!