Okayish.
Just the week and the anniversary of my Mum's death.
The horror of the day the police had to break into my Mum's house to find her dead on the floor will never leave me. Some years I'm good this year I went to pieces........sometime early hours Wednesday. Had to creep downstairs as I was sobbing so hard I was rocking with pain. Held it together for a while there Wednesday morning and just kept going to pieces.
Yes, we didn't get along so the irony of it all was that I was the one who had to deal with everything. Luckily it was a young policeman that had to knock the door down and found her. Luckily her carer was there to identify her and between them they covered her with a blanket. We had to wait two hours for a medic to pronounce death so we could move her from the floor in the hall to the settee and call undertakers etc. This once beautiful, clever woman adored by many. I'll never forget that young policeman's face and the kindness him and his sergeant showed.
Coming out of it now.
Bess is back at the vets tomorrow as her ear has swelled up again She's nowhere near ill with it but at her grand age it would be very dodgy to put her under an anaesthetic to give it a proper clean out.
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